That day when something changed. Until that afternoon, I was a 30-year-old guy who had had a son a few months ago, missed having relationships but thought it would be normal after the delivery, and my life was quite routine. Quietly. A bit happy and enough with what had been my past. The thing is that that afternoon I had to go to court, to testify in a case I had been working on. And I ran into her, an old work colleague who was now a lawyer, around 35 years old, whom I hadn't seen in three years. I remembered her as blonde, with wavy hair, green eyes, about 170 pounds, and a good American build (you'll get to know the rest of her appearance details, relax). Friendly towards me, lots of black humor, quite unpleasant if you didn't like her. She was working around the corner, and honestly I had luck. As soon as I saw her, I greeted her as if it were yesterday that we had stopped seeing each other. She was wearing a white shirt, black pants, nothing that would heat things up, but also (I remembered) she looked like she had good tits. And indeed, I gave her some looks and surely wasn't just for show haha. We chatted a bit, I told her I had a son, she told me she also had one, and invited me to take a coffee if I felt like it later because she was leaving earlier. And we went there just like that, because I enjoyed talking with someone different from what surrounded me. The coffee was fun, we exchanged anecdotes, everyday things, and things got complicated when she said the father of the child left, abandoned us, so imagine, I'm single and don't even have anyone to give me joy. To which I replied very calmly that surely it would come, not to worry, everything would get sorted out, and some nonsense that made her laugh. We exchanged cell numbers, and for a few days we didn't write each other until one day when we started talking about everything a bit. Honestly, we listened to each other quite well. Until one day tension started floating in the messages. A late rainy day she told me I was divine to spend catching up. I said what luck you have, because my partner closed my legs for an indefinite time. She laughed and returned that everything would be ordered. A few days later we saw each other again and said let's take a coffee. I saw her that day like a fire. The way she took the coffee was already a little distracting me. I looked at her lips sinking into the cup and a little morbidness gave me something. That day she also had a white shirt and a black bra, and a little showed off a pair of breasts that already seemed more than interesting to me. I also looked at her fingers, and by the way she moved them, something was also teasing me. A few days later, due to a crisis in our relationship, we started talking about horns. Why not? One horn gets forgiven, she said. I replied: you have to choose well with whom to do it, so it's not a problem. And she put the magic words on me: if you paint with me, give it with enthusiasm. Two hours later, I went to pick her up at home, taking advantage of the excuse of football and monthly barbecue. When I got down from the apartment, she was beautiful. White shirt again, but with two or three buttons less buttoned. She barely sat in the passenger seat, took my head and kissed me fiercely. How are you, blonde? I said immediately after the kiss. We were managing to talk with a beautiful tranquility and harmony. We didn't go to a hotel, she wanted to go to a hotel on La Rambla for the first night that would separate us. It didn't matter if it took three or four hours, she wanted everything to be perfect. We arrived at the hotel, I asked for the highest room with sea view, and my chest and cock were about to explode while walking down the hallway with sea view. We entered the room, let her go first, closed the door, and she didn't even have a chance to take advantage of me before kissing me fiercely again. Her tongue and my tongue knew each other intensely. I started feeling her breasts and she my cock. She hugged me with force so I would start feeling it. Once we separated our mouths, I told her very convinced, I've wanted this for a while and she laughed, put on a mischievous smile, and I hope she'll attack me. I went over her slowly but firmly. While kissing her, I pushed her towards the bed and she was taking off her shirt. When I barely started to see what I had in front of me, I saw: incredible breasts, big, well-rounded, without stretch marks, and when I lifted up her bra, I saw beautiful pink nipples. I started sucking her breasts and she made a couple of sounds of pleasure. While seeing that her hands were searching for my penis, they were warm. I advanced and kissed her neck while she was finding the way to start touching me. We were both very hot and knew we wanted it. After touching and sucking her breasts, I sat her on the edge of the bed and started unbuttoning myself. I saw her eyes get bigger and bite her lips, I wasn't going to ask if she liked sucking it. As soon as I took off my pants, she pulled down my black boxer briefs and started giving me a blow job. What a blow job. She started slow, like examining it with her hands and mouth, then devouring it from the front. It lasted for a good while and in one moment she stopped and looked up at me to tell me not to come. I wasn't going to, anyway, and looking at her eyes in that moment made me feel much hotter and gave me the urge to be more dominant. I took her by the neck and pushed it slowly, believing and confirming that she liked it... ... for three or four minutes, maybe. I don't know. Her rhythm was very slow sometimes and very frantic other times. Very enjoyable. Sometimes her face would get red from the effort of pushing me in, and also her saliva was all over the place. When I took her by the hair, I noticed her sweating too. And she wasn't stopping being beautiful, enjoyed, hot. At one moment, it seemed like she was ready to move on to something else. I left her. decide on her. And she chose to have me masturbate for a little while looking at her and smiling as she turned around and got into 4. Then I took her by the buttocks, gently adjusted her cock in her pussy, and started penetrating her. As the rhythm increased (and her moans became screams) I noticed how she was getting desperate. She wanted more. I rushed towards her and grabbed her breasts, noticing her giant and hard nipples, biting her neck, pushing deeper into her, and she demanded even more from me. And I loved it, but a little bit also made me nervous because of her demanding nature haha. I didn't want to cum without her cumming too. So I decided to take a radical decision in the midst of all that frenzy, which could cost me her trust but somehow, with her slut-like state as I saw her, it could end up very well. I took advantage of the moment's sweat, took my pinky finger and put it in her mouth (she had already been sucking on my fingers) and gently pressed it against her anus. I heard a uuuh. I started to feel her so devilish and tight (I don't know if that's how you say it, but like under a mini change and I felt her delivered). She said what the hell son of a slut, what confidence you have! And there between pumping her as hard as I could and playing with my finger in her ass well gently. I pressed and started to push it in. And... she started screaming. YES, YES, YES! And as we advanced, our orgasms were inevitable. We both screamed when we finished. I don't know how far I pushed my finger because at one moment she pulled it out to take her by the shoulders. But we both left satisfied with the trust we had given each other... The night went on, we had another fuck after the cigars, and then we bathed and went to our respective homes. How did my life go? If someone comments, I'll tell more in another story. Thanks a lot.
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