I think we were destined to meet and have the most erotic and romantic sex I've had with a girl, although I also have to mention that Professor Evy surprised me the first time I had her at my house. The first time I met Professor Evy was literally an accident. I was going to my office in the morning and suddenly had to brake to avoid an accident, but the car behind me hit my car's rear end. In this way, I meet Professor Evy for the first time, which is her nickname since Evelyn is too long. We exchanged information about legal and insurance matters, and I remember that day was a rainy one; I even took her to the school where she works as a professor; the same private school where my son attended middle school and prep. On that occasion, I invited her out, but she flatly refused, giving me any excuse. I was around 35 years old and she was 25, although honestly she seemed more like a student at that school than a professor of it. At that time, she wore a white dress with a beige belt that gave contrast and highlighted the symmetry of her beautiful hips. Obviously, as a professor, she was modestly dressed, conservatively with her skirt falling below her knees. A thick and wavy hair that fell almost to her delicious backside, fair skin, honey-colored eyes, elongated face, and very pretty smile reminded me of Julia Roberts from Pretty Woman. Her bust didn't seem very large, maybe a B-cup, but the pronunciation of her rear end made up for the lack of breasts. She was around 1.60 meters tall and shouldn't have weighed over 125 pounds. On that occasion, she refused to go out with me, as she always made or had me make the same question: Are you married or do you know how many women you're involved with? I was in my first years of my widowhood, but I had already gotten involved with several women sexually and at that time I debated whether to continue my life as a bachelor or get married someday. Honestly, I considered it and Evy, due to her temperament and beauty at that time, seemed like a good candidate to be my wife. Due to the accident, I spoke to her on several occasions and took advantage of inviting her out, but she always gave me a negative response.
Because of life's circumstances, since that day of the crash, she appeared to me in various places: at the restaurant, the store where I bought my groceries, and once we ran into each other near my house. Regularly, I would go with friends and she would do the same, and only we would recognize each other.
As I said, due to fate's circumstances, my sister-in-law Kashira, who took responsibility for helping me raise my son as if he were her own, organized an event every year at my house to raise funds for organizations from my son's school and at the same time expose her real estate company to the public. That day arrived and I had already mentally prepared myself that there was no opportunity with Professor Evy, and that day when my sister reminded me of the event, which I barely participated in because I was busy with the company where I work as vice president, since I take advantage of weekends to rest. The event took place, which I really didn't associate with Professor Evy, and when I decided to take a look, it seemed that people had arrived, so I went out to greet them and get a whiskey with the director, whom I know, since this is the third time this event has taken place at my house. Greeting the director, she arrives and is surprised to see me at the event. We tell everyone about the unusual way we met, which everyone laughs at, but I saw the surprise on Professor Evy's face when the director told her that I was the owner of the house. The professor Evy thought that my sister Kashira was my wife and so she asked me in this way:
- Won't you introduce your beautiful wife?
- If I had a beautiful wife, I wouldn't hesitate to present her, but all this time I've told her I'm not married, I've been telling the truth. Kashira is my sister-in-law, whom I love like a sister... and I'll tell her in brief that she had widowed some years ago.
One knows when someone is interested in you and I think I wasn't mistaken, and felt that somehow Professor Evy was interested in me, although since she realized she was at my house, it seemed to intimidate her. Maybe she felt like she wasn't on the same economic level as seeing the property I own, and really that was the excuse she gave me when I invited her out again. After that event, I invited her several times over a year, and always refused. Finally, I decided not to call her until the annual event came around again and she came back to my house. This time I only greeted her and totally ignored her, and after sharing a drink with the director, I went to my room. It was two in the morning and I went down to help my sister and the others with their cleaning chores. There was Professor Evy still there, and this time I felt like she was trying to get close. I had already agreed with Kashira that she would stay overnight since although she wasn't drunk, she wanted to avoid driving at night. In the basement there are several rooms, which is my sister's sacred room, where the event takes place, and I assume she'll be staying in one of the rooms, but I think my sister-in-law was trying to hook me up with Professor Evy, really I don't know if that was her intention, but she asked if she could stay on the third level, where the official bedrooms are and my room. I think my sister had someone around there and didn't want Professor Evy to interrupt her.
Obviously, I don't object and said... I invite you to come into the living room, then we'll head up to the third floor, where the bedrooms are. I'll take you to the guest bedroom with a double bed, which is as big as mine, with a balcony that has a view of the pool where the event took place, it has a fireplace and a large bathroom with a hot tub. I think she's surprised by how big the house is and makes conversation:
- Doesn't it scare you to live in this enormous house?
- Not at all! I feel comfortable and safe living here.
She keeps chatting and it's already 3 am. I'm trying to be brief, and look, there's a chandelier near the window with different styles and sizes of glasses, as well as bottles of various liquors. I tell her she can sit back and enjoy everything... and she asks:
- Will you join me for a drink?
- What would you like to have?
- Whatever you'd like to offer.
I take two glasses and prepare two whiskeys. She just looks at me when I invite her to the balcony, and we're sharing a drink under a starry sky. Professor Evy has taken off her high heels and is walking barefoot, and I can see her delicate and sensual feet. I can tell she takes care of her appearance and really looks beautiful in her red dress that falls below her knees. She's wearing small diamond earrings and they sparkle like her clear eyes under the diffused light of the balcony. By that time it was 4 am and we'd already had two drinks, and she apologized for all those times she'd refused to go out with me.
- Tony, excuse me... I think it's a matter of trust and maybe something about my shyness.
- So now if you accepted going out with me?
- What do you think? I'm spending the whole night alone with a man.
Those last words had that touch of her shyness. She was just two feet away, and I could see the tenderness and delicacy of her beautiful face. I couldn't help myself and without thinking I got closer to her and gave her a soft kiss over her lips. She didn't say anything and just kept looking at me surprised, but with that approving gesture. I looked at her directly again and kissed her again, now savoring her lips. Evy corresponded and opened her mouth, making my tongue collide with hers and we passionately kissed for long minutes. The night was fresh, a typical August dawn, and in this way, I slowly kissed her neck and Professor Evy only moaned with pleasure. Her red dress was one of those that was easy to remove quickly and to my surprise, it was also one of those that didn't require a bra or brassiere. While kissing her passionately on the neck and her heavy breathing collided against my forehead, I released those strings over her shoulders and her dress slowly fell until she was left with her two small breasts, which looked firm with a radiant pink areola. I didn't stop and immediately went to kiss her erect nipples again and again, and Evy only said: Tony, God, Tony... –One and the other. Her nipples seemed like those of an adolescent, firm and well-formed, and I enjoyed sucking and licking them anywhere. She just moaned and her breathing became even more profuse when my hands slowly passed from massaging her waist and now one was massaging her tasty ass and the other was making its way through her underwear to massage her sex, which could be felt very wet and her juices had already crossed that barrier to directly touch her hot sex. I could feel her body trembling, and when she mentioned my name again, I kissed her mouth, her nipples, and my right hand pampered her vulva over her intimate clothing and my left hand took hold of her rich and solid glutes. She was wearing one of those hipster-style pants called Cacheteros in some places... They give shape to her buttocks so that they can be seen more pronounced. Her intimate garment was red, like her dress and I with a maneuver I lowered the zipper of my pants so that Professor Evy could feel more directly the erection of my cock. She wants to feel it, I intuit that's what she wants, since she leans in for her sex to collide with mine. The courtyard wall is made of rustic and uncomfortable brick, so I decide to lift it up and carry it away to the room and we fall onto the bed. She wants to say something but I shut her mouth with more kisses. Her underwear is soaked, super soaked and with my fingers I can feel how thick her rich juices are. I don't take it off, somehow manage to push it aside and feel like my cock slides deliciously between the lips of Professor Evy's vagina. She only gimes in pleasure and I start penetrating her slowly with care and slow movements. Let her feel slowly as my cock sinks deep into her belly while kissing her lips, savoring her tongue, sucking her nipples and groaning when I lick her armpits. That movement takes rhythm in the missionary position. At times I let all my weight fall on her, then I get up and lean on my arms and let her have some thrusts where she only purses her lips and closes her eyes. That repetitive motion brings her to see the lights, stars, closes her eyes, squeezes them and lets out a faint sigh and I feel like Evy is massaging my cock with the contraction of her vulva... she has reached orgasm. Her expression is fascinating and hypnotizes me in that tunnel of pleasure and makes me cum and fills her belly with tremendous ejaculation. I fall onto her body, hug her and seconds later Professor Evy starts crying on the bed without saying much. When she regains composure, she said the following: - Never thought this could happen! I always avoided it and today, without more I've had it with you. Maybe you'll never understand... when I first saw you, something drew me to you and from that moment on, I thought I'd have to be careful with you. I've avoided it for over a year and today, just as I'm about to get married, I've fallen into the lowest: My fiancé didn't deserve this. He told me his boyfriend's name, but today I don't remember it. Professor Evy was engaged and felt guilty for giving in to the delusions of pleasure. I had been left speechless, amazed, and all that came to mind was saying how sorry I was and maybe everything was my fault. Professor Evelyn assumed her mistake in a very mature way and on that day, she told me that even with her boyfriend, she hadn't had sex yet and this experience was something she wanted to keep until the day she got married. At that moment, she left, with her red and watery eyes. It was 5 am. I didn't call her for everything she'd said. A Saturday three weeks later, she calls me and says she wants to talk to me. Her conversation was extensive, but what's relevant here is that she admitted she liked me and was confused about everything. She didn't know if she really loved her boyfriend, but that in the last few days, she had been thinking about what we'd lived through together. Like the first time, suddenly the kiss came, and we kissed with all pleasure. Professor Evy was only moaning on the bed when I found myself sucking her rich and small breasts again for pleasure. This time, I gave her oral sex, which she said she never imagined existed. Her life had been very far from sexual pleasures and the first time she imagined having sex, it would be with that person she was going to marry. She tried to give me oral pleasure, but I ended up in missionary position again while she came another orgasm, while I sucked her small tits and ravished her yummy pussy. At the end of the first stage of sexual activity that day, we were relaxing on the waterbed, while she said... massaged her testicles with my delicate hands and I played with her nipples. Then we knew what Professor Evy's parameters were. I was back at my house again, three weeks after our first sexual experience together. We had just had sex again, and I wanted to explore her limits that day, and I discovered she didn't have any for me. We left the yacht directly to the bed and I went straight to savor giving her oral pleasure to her pussy. I practiced the French kiss and she moaned when my tongue tickled her tasty ass. I licked her to pleasure, sucked her, and she just moaned saying: Oh God Tony. Without thinking much, I aligned my cock with her tasty ass, and without protests or questions in the same missionary position, my cock slowly disappeared completely into the tasty and tight ass of Professor Evy. She didn't say anything... just moaned from pleasure or pain, but it seemed she was enjoying it. In that position, I ravished her tasty ass to pleasure until I felt the tremors of our first orgasms together. I didn't stop, until I had satisfied her pleasure. I must say Professor Evy isn't very scandalous and her moans are kept between her teeth. She tries to hide her pleasure and ecstasy in the silence of her gaze. I think she feels shame, and I try not to recognize it, ravishing her tasty and tight anus to pleasure until I came, leaving my semen in Evy's precious ass. She didn't say anything and we fell asleep until 5 pm, since Evy's cell phone rang, and I guessed it was her boyfriend. She gave an excuse and left, taking a hasty bath. Since that day, that scene has repeated itself over and over again for the next three months. Evy is lovely and at that moment I felt like I was falling in love with her. I asked her to come with me, until after three months of having sexual relations with her, she told me there would be one last time and then she wouldn't be able to anymore. I remember she came All weekend with me to a Florida beach, where we got sick of sex. He told me I liked him, that he thought he was falling in love with me, but that he intuited I would always be a womanizer and didn't want to live those consequences. That day was the last time I had her and she gave me everything with our imagination's reach. And so it goes... all because of that slap on my car's rear, but I took pleasure in grabbing her tasty ass. In these days, I've seen the teacher pass by my side with her husband and small kids. A smile and like nothing happened.
Because of life's circumstances, since that day of the crash, she appeared to me in various places: at the restaurant, the store where I bought my groceries, and once we ran into each other near my house. Regularly, I would go with friends and she would do the same, and only we would recognize each other.
As I said, due to fate's circumstances, my sister-in-law Kashira, who took responsibility for helping me raise my son as if he were her own, organized an event every year at my house to raise funds for organizations from my son's school and at the same time expose her real estate company to the public. That day arrived and I had already mentally prepared myself that there was no opportunity with Professor Evy, and that day when my sister reminded me of the event, which I barely participated in because I was busy with the company where I work as vice president, since I take advantage of weekends to rest. The event took place, which I really didn't associate with Professor Evy, and when I decided to take a look, it seemed that people had arrived, so I went out to greet them and get a whiskey with the director, whom I know, since this is the third time this event has taken place at my house. Greeting the director, she arrives and is surprised to see me at the event. We tell everyone about the unusual way we met, which everyone laughs at, but I saw the surprise on Professor Evy's face when the director told her that I was the owner of the house. The professor Evy thought that my sister Kashira was my wife and so she asked me in this way:
- Won't you introduce your beautiful wife?
- If I had a beautiful wife, I wouldn't hesitate to present her, but all this time I've told her I'm not married, I've been telling the truth. Kashira is my sister-in-law, whom I love like a sister... and I'll tell her in brief that she had widowed some years ago.
One knows when someone is interested in you and I think I wasn't mistaken, and felt that somehow Professor Evy was interested in me, although since she realized she was at my house, it seemed to intimidate her. Maybe she felt like she wasn't on the same economic level as seeing the property I own, and really that was the excuse she gave me when I invited her out again. After that event, I invited her several times over a year, and always refused. Finally, I decided not to call her until the annual event came around again and she came back to my house. This time I only greeted her and totally ignored her, and after sharing a drink with the director, I went to my room. It was two in the morning and I went down to help my sister and the others with their cleaning chores. There was Professor Evy still there, and this time I felt like she was trying to get close. I had already agreed with Kashira that she would stay overnight since although she wasn't drunk, she wanted to avoid driving at night. In the basement there are several rooms, which is my sister's sacred room, where the event takes place, and I assume she'll be staying in one of the rooms, but I think my sister-in-law was trying to hook me up with Professor Evy, really I don't know if that was her intention, but she asked if she could stay on the third level, where the official bedrooms are and my room. I think my sister had someone around there and didn't want Professor Evy to interrupt her.
Obviously, I don't object and said... I invite you to come into the living room, then we'll head up to the third floor, where the bedrooms are. I'll take you to the guest bedroom with a double bed, which is as big as mine, with a balcony that has a view of the pool where the event took place, it has a fireplace and a large bathroom with a hot tub. I think she's surprised by how big the house is and makes conversation:
- Doesn't it scare you to live in this enormous house?
- Not at all! I feel comfortable and safe living here.
She keeps chatting and it's already 3 am. I'm trying to be brief, and look, there's a chandelier near the window with different styles and sizes of glasses, as well as bottles of various liquors. I tell her she can sit back and enjoy everything... and she asks:
- Will you join me for a drink?
- What would you like to have?
- Whatever you'd like to offer.
I take two glasses and prepare two whiskeys. She just looks at me when I invite her to the balcony, and we're sharing a drink under a starry sky. Professor Evy has taken off her high heels and is walking barefoot, and I can see her delicate and sensual feet. I can tell she takes care of her appearance and really looks beautiful in her red dress that falls below her knees. She's wearing small diamond earrings and they sparkle like her clear eyes under the diffused light of the balcony. By that time it was 4 am and we'd already had two drinks, and she apologized for all those times she'd refused to go out with me.
- Tony, excuse me... I think it's a matter of trust and maybe something about my shyness.
- So now if you accepted going out with me?
- What do you think? I'm spending the whole night alone with a man.
Those last words had that touch of her shyness. She was just two feet away, and I could see the tenderness and delicacy of her beautiful face. I couldn't help myself and without thinking I got closer to her and gave her a soft kiss over her lips. She didn't say anything and just kept looking at me surprised, but with that approving gesture. I looked at her directly again and kissed her again, now savoring her lips. Evy corresponded and opened her mouth, making my tongue collide with hers and we passionately kissed for long minutes. The night was fresh, a typical August dawn, and in this way, I slowly kissed her neck and Professor Evy only moaned with pleasure. Her red dress was one of those that was easy to remove quickly and to my surprise, it was also one of those that didn't require a bra or brassiere. While kissing her passionately on the neck and her heavy breathing collided against my forehead, I released those strings over her shoulders and her dress slowly fell until she was left with her two small breasts, which looked firm with a radiant pink areola. I didn't stop and immediately went to kiss her erect nipples again and again, and Evy only said: Tony, God, Tony... –One and the other. Her nipples seemed like those of an adolescent, firm and well-formed, and I enjoyed sucking and licking them anywhere. She just moaned and her breathing became even more profuse when my hands slowly passed from massaging her waist and now one was massaging her tasty ass and the other was making its way through her underwear to massage her sex, which could be felt very wet and her juices had already crossed that barrier to directly touch her hot sex. I could feel her body trembling, and when she mentioned my name again, I kissed her mouth, her nipples, and my right hand pampered her vulva over her intimate clothing and my left hand took hold of her rich and solid glutes. She was wearing one of those hipster-style pants called Cacheteros in some places... They give shape to her buttocks so that they can be seen more pronounced. Her intimate garment was red, like her dress and I with a maneuver I lowered the zipper of my pants so that Professor Evy could feel more directly the erection of my cock. She wants to feel it, I intuit that's what she wants, since she leans in for her sex to collide with mine. The courtyard wall is made of rustic and uncomfortable brick, so I decide to lift it up and carry it away to the room and we fall onto the bed. She wants to say something but I shut her mouth with more kisses. Her underwear is soaked, super soaked and with my fingers I can feel how thick her rich juices are. I don't take it off, somehow manage to push it aside and feel like my cock slides deliciously between the lips of Professor Evy's vagina. She only gimes in pleasure and I start penetrating her slowly with care and slow movements. Let her feel slowly as my cock sinks deep into her belly while kissing her lips, savoring her tongue, sucking her nipples and groaning when I lick her armpits. That movement takes rhythm in the missionary position. At times I let all my weight fall on her, then I get up and lean on my arms and let her have some thrusts where she only purses her lips and closes her eyes. That repetitive motion brings her to see the lights, stars, closes her eyes, squeezes them and lets out a faint sigh and I feel like Evy is massaging my cock with the contraction of her vulva... she has reached orgasm. Her expression is fascinating and hypnotizes me in that tunnel of pleasure and makes me cum and fills her belly with tremendous ejaculation. I fall onto her body, hug her and seconds later Professor Evy starts crying on the bed without saying much. When she regains composure, she said the following: - Never thought this could happen! I always avoided it and today, without more I've had it with you. Maybe you'll never understand... when I first saw you, something drew me to you and from that moment on, I thought I'd have to be careful with you. I've avoided it for over a year and today, just as I'm about to get married, I've fallen into the lowest: My fiancé didn't deserve this. He told me his boyfriend's name, but today I don't remember it. Professor Evy was engaged and felt guilty for giving in to the delusions of pleasure. I had been left speechless, amazed, and all that came to mind was saying how sorry I was and maybe everything was my fault. Professor Evelyn assumed her mistake in a very mature way and on that day, she told me that even with her boyfriend, she hadn't had sex yet and this experience was something she wanted to keep until the day she got married. At that moment, she left, with her red and watery eyes. It was 5 am. I didn't call her for everything she'd said. A Saturday three weeks later, she calls me and says she wants to talk to me. Her conversation was extensive, but what's relevant here is that she admitted she liked me and was confused about everything. She didn't know if she really loved her boyfriend, but that in the last few days, she had been thinking about what we'd lived through together. Like the first time, suddenly the kiss came, and we kissed with all pleasure. Professor Evy was only moaning on the bed when I found myself sucking her rich and small breasts again for pleasure. This time, I gave her oral sex, which she said she never imagined existed. Her life had been very far from sexual pleasures and the first time she imagined having sex, it would be with that person she was going to marry. She tried to give me oral pleasure, but I ended up in missionary position again while she came another orgasm, while I sucked her small tits and ravished her yummy pussy. At the end of the first stage of sexual activity that day, we were relaxing on the waterbed, while she said... massaged her testicles with my delicate hands and I played with her nipples. Then we knew what Professor Evy's parameters were. I was back at my house again, three weeks after our first sexual experience together. We had just had sex again, and I wanted to explore her limits that day, and I discovered she didn't have any for me. We left the yacht directly to the bed and I went straight to savor giving her oral pleasure to her pussy. I practiced the French kiss and she moaned when my tongue tickled her tasty ass. I licked her to pleasure, sucked her, and she just moaned saying: Oh God Tony. Without thinking much, I aligned my cock with her tasty ass, and without protests or questions in the same missionary position, my cock slowly disappeared completely into the tasty and tight ass of Professor Evy. She didn't say anything... just moaned from pleasure or pain, but it seemed she was enjoying it. In that position, I ravished her tasty ass to pleasure until I felt the tremors of our first orgasms together. I didn't stop, until I had satisfied her pleasure. I must say Professor Evy isn't very scandalous and her moans are kept between her teeth. She tries to hide her pleasure and ecstasy in the silence of her gaze. I think she feels shame, and I try not to recognize it, ravishing her tasty and tight anus to pleasure until I came, leaving my semen in Evy's precious ass. She didn't say anything and we fell asleep until 5 pm, since Evy's cell phone rang, and I guessed it was her boyfriend. She gave an excuse and left, taking a hasty bath. Since that day, that scene has repeated itself over and over again for the next three months. Evy is lovely and at that moment I felt like I was falling in love with her. I asked her to come with me, until after three months of having sexual relations with her, she told me there would be one last time and then she wouldn't be able to anymore. I remember she came All weekend with me to a Florida beach, where we got sick of sex. He told me I liked him, that he thought he was falling in love with me, but that he intuited I would always be a womanizer and didn't want to live those consequences. That day was the last time I had her and she gave me everything with our imagination's reach. And so it goes... all because of that slap on my car's rear, but I took pleasure in grabbing her tasty ass. In these days, I've seen the teacher pass by my side with her husband and small kids. A smile and like nothing happened.
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