Well, in two of my previous posts, I told how I had known the page, and in the last one, where I explained why my searches referred to the same person. A person who I got to know at one of my last jobs before retiring. Except for the first two years of college, where I only fully immersed myself in it, I worked while studying for the next three and a half years. First, I worked at a clothing store, then I became a secretary at a consulting firm, and later I got my last job as a bartender at a bar. This one was different from the other two because it had the advantage of not being every day and being on a schedule from 19 to 00-01, which allowed me to attend classes and study during the day. Other advantages were that it was just blocks away from where I lived then, and finally, I got this experience too, which I'll tell about in the next two posts. The bar wasn't like those new bars, all the same, with famous craft beer or those classic bars in neighborhoods where the same people always meet. It was a strange bar, where some nights there would be a wait and other nights no one would show up, which was great for me because I'd already be asleep by 11 at the latest. What did exist was a group of friends between 35 and 45 years old who would all gather every Thursday from 20 to 23 at the same table. Rarely would anyone miss one of the five. My first encounter with them was on my first Thursday at work. First day, first tables, normal nerves for something new, and that's when we crossed paths and everything started. When they started arriving, I went to try to find a seat or offer them bar promotions or whatever, but what I got were laughs and a are you new? They explained the ritual they had been following since seven years ago at that same table. The first month was quite heavy and I had to pay the initiation fee for being new. Jokes, jokes, indirect jokes, laughter jokes and some other situation that would make me uncomfortable, which always ended in laughter to get out of the situation. Never anything serious, or unbearable, and less than ever in a level of harassment, it was finally his place and humor. With time I learned how to cope with the situation. In front of some slap about my clothes or other things, I would quickly pass by retorting for example that the woman didn't know, which obviously generated laughter from the rest of the group and changed the objective of the jokes. Month after month, the vibe improved, and even sometimes they had allowed me to sit with them sharing a story. To be clear, 5 men, 4 of whom were married, one was in a relationship, all older, and with a young lady who followed their game, clearly it was an explosive combination. Although none had clarified what would happen if something did, some other glance or joke hinted that at the slightest opportunity... I'd better clarify another thing, even though I never dedicated myself to provoking anyone or generating expectations similar, if I got caught up in playing the situation. Always controlled, always knowing where and always with things clear. One Thursday in July, things were going to change. I chose to stay for a bit. We were chatting with the owner for a good hour and when I was about to leave, one of the 5 brave ones arrived at the bar.
I enter, greet both, and he directed himself to his usual table, started pacing back and forth with his phone and occasionally looked at the door waiting for his companions.
10, 15 minutes passed and no brave one showed up, it was noticeable that he was getting more worried, looking at his phone, sending messages, calling.
I approached him to ask if he wanted something and also to load him up on the situation.
All of them are a bunch of jerks, they're probably hanging out with the ladies, having a few drinks and then not showing up he said in a mix of laughter and anger.
I left and brought him a beer, the least I could do for a client like that.
Do you mind me taking it alone? I heard while I was leaving.
No, I'm going to get mine I replied to keep playing along.
In fact, that's what happened, I sat down with him to accompany him.
Although we were two acquaintances, the situation was unusual, it had changed, we had never coincided like this before, and in the first 10 minutes it became noticeable.
It didn't lack the usual grand abanico of questions, those that bore everyone, about what day it had been, how work was going and so on.
After that time of getting used to the situation, interesting things started to come out.
Imagine if they saw me taking a beer with you, hand in hand, these guys would die
Why? I asked between laughs, And see how things are, we're cynical men, and you're really good, imagine what we could talk about.
What? came out of my mouth, with a tone from someone more interested in knowing about the topic.
I can't, those are private things of ours, understanding where he was coming from.
Curiosity is one of the most important motors that move a person, and that 40-year-old guy who was chatting with me had understood it perfectly.
Then he realized that I was dying to know what they were talking about, and obviously knew how to take advantage of it.
The conversation quickly turned into This side, as if it were a movie, started reliving every situation in which they had made some comment about my person.
It was incredible, I knew practically day by day what clothes I had worn, among other things.
Do you remember the day you brought a light blue jean?
Not much, when?
And two months ago, that day we all almost died laughing, I swear we couldn't stop talking about your Booty
Many times in situations like this, where we are too involved and immersed in the topic, we lose the ability to analyze and be coherent.
This happened to me too, when he asked me right after.
And never bet who was getting me first or something like that?
Total silence, clearly he was handling the situation better than I was and hadn't reached that level of saying anything from the subconscious.
Between laughs, he said and how many times did you think about it?
No, I never, already done, it wasn't believable and there was no going back, I had opened my mouth.
For the first time in a long time, I was in a situation that was difficult to manage, and by that point, I didn't want to manage it anymore, I wanted things to unfold as they would.
Look, betting who got you first, we never bet or thought about it, but it's a nice idea, especially if I'm going to be the one
The conversation continued, with other topics in other words.
Looking at each other's eyes and waiting for the situation to explode.
What time is it? he asked.
Twenty to eleven, I replied.
How quickly time passes, I have to go home soon
Ay girl girl he sighed and looked at me.
In my humble interpretation of that moment, he was dying to make a move and die in a hotel with me, but the fact of going back home was very present for him.
It showed, that internal debate that prevented him from putting first and taking off.
Well, I'm leaving, if you want I'll catch up
After the attentive gaze of the owner, who approved the situation from the back of the bar, accompanied by a nice smile, we left.
We ran half a block in the rain Like two kids, where was the car parked. I get in, between you and me, we look at each other and quickly started the car. 'Where do you live?' I asked, still unsure. I couldn't believe it, even then, with me sitting there, totally into the car, hadn't defined the situation.
I gave him my address, we made the 4 blocks until the place. We arrived at the door, after an uncomfortable silence, I said thanks to Adri, gave him a kiss on the cheek and pushed him to open the door.
I couldn't do anything else, even though I wanted to, I had to respect his decision. Until a hand on my thigh and a 'stop' froze my action.
Quickly found my mouth, which obviously found it. There was no need to say more, he had finally chosen. 'Where's there a hotel around here, I haven't been to a hotel in a thousand years'
'I have no idea, neither do I, but let's go to my apt if you want' 'No, I want to take you to a hotel'
Then he took out his phone and handed it to me, 'search for it on Google Maps' And at that moment, he had already lost his rationality after so long.
'I found one on Yerbal y Rojas' Ah, look what they say in the group'
Who would have said that this was going to be a before and after. I entered the WP and found that group, I started reading, the last messages all apologies for not having gone. I read them all.
He laughed, got angry, and kept driving towards the direction he had told me. 'Send a message' 'What should I say?' 'Tell them they're all a bunch of jerks... no better, send an audio, tell them you missed them'
I didn't hesitate, 'hello guys, what's up that you didn't come, I missed you today' Then that dead group full of excuses exploded. Theories from one side, theories from the other.
There were those who put 'you're going to get it big time' vs those who said 'you're going to get your wife fat'
I couldn't, the situation got me. Being there reading what they posted made me feel a degree of heat and excitement I had never thought about.
'Might as well send them a photo?' while his ego It exploded. Then I did it, smiling in his car. The theories continued, we were already 3-1 in favor of everything being a joke. We arrived at the hotel and before entering the room he said, Let's make it believable. And then I understood that I had to go pose. Raising both arms, I saw the flash activate as I entered the room through the door. We went into the first room we found, my phone was still ringing, he made me come up, and we went to the first room we found. He sat on top of me, leaving it clear that I was hot. He gave me his phone again, like a mother giving her son his phone to shut up. The messages were pouring in, and we quickly passed through all types of congratulatory comments. Meanwhile, he was driving me crazy. So crazy that I barely noticed he had already put his hand inside my leggings and was touching me with his fingers. It didn't take much longer, the phone was set aside. He laid me down on the couch, quickly took off both shoes, and started to pull down my leggings. Without losing time, he made it fly around there and quickly brought his head between my legs. The thong was missing, which I pulled out with great patience and slow movements. Meanwhile, I was taking off my shirt and flying that bra. With delicacy and great technique, he started sucking on my pussy, without a doubt one of the best times it had been done to me. Then he stopped, got up, and gave me a kiss before leaving two fingers there below. After that kiss, he started going down again, passed through my neck and arrived at my breasts, then went back down there, where those two fingers weren't stopping entering and exiting. He sucked on it again, never stopping with his fingers, which made me twist, I couldn't stay still. This was making me even hotter, so he did it better. In the middle of all this, he took off his jeans and managed to get out of them. Without realizing it, he changed his fingers for his cock and started fucking me hard against him. That couch. Without taking off my shirt, I hug him from behind with one of his arms and lift myself up, we walk a few steps towards the bed. The started to take off his sweater, while I, already seated on that bed, told him to take off his jeans and boxer shorts. He ended up facing his cock, I couldn't help but taste it, soon I heard a sigh from his side, and quickly his hand accompanying my head. How much longer before they don't suck me I exclaimed, while pressing and pressing my head against it. I took it out and passed it all over my face, both of us enjoyed it. Acto seguido, he threw it back and left his balls at my disposal. Give a little bit I did with pleasure. His cock returned to my mouth, and after taking it with force using his two hands on my head against the bed, I lifted myself up with one hand, gave him a kiss and turned around. A light push against the bed, and he started to take me like that, from behind, with his arms resting on the bed. Acto seguido, he lay down behind me, both of us lying on our sides. There I knew Poringa. While he was taking me in that position, he said One day you'll appear on Poringa What's that? A page where couples can upload photos. The topic ended there, he threw himself over me and started to take me hard against the bed. It was my turn, so we rotated, and it was my turn to be on top. Like I never sat on top and went up and down embracing as much possible distance. He wasn't entirely convinced, not having control wasn't something I enjoyed, so I quickly passed back to being on all fours. And there I pushed and pushed until I couldn't anymore. I had many urges to cum, and without holding myself back I reached that orgasm, with him inside me. He didn't interrupt the moment, let me enjoy it with him. Once I finished, I didn't have a breath. There he was again, kneeling beside me. I gathered all my hair back while holding him with one hand, pushing his head towards me so my mouth could reach to suck him. With the other hand, I touched myself. When I reached the when he put himself in front of me and adjusting his head I said 'close your eyes' Act then started to cum very worried that my whole face would receive something. Terminate the cum and brought the cock back to my mouth again. 'Now you're ready for a photito' between laughs, which if it had passed, I wouldn't have opposed. 'You are divine cyn' while the situation was ending. This is how it ended, while I was bathing he was getting dressed as best as possible. I took him home, we said goodbye. And it wasn't until the other Thursday that we saw each other again, not for sex but to hang out at the bar. Where, by mutual agreement, we decided to make them believe they had fallen for the joke. We sowed that doubt, which was enough to keep having a good time without any certainty about them.
I enter, greet both, and he directed himself to his usual table, started pacing back and forth with his phone and occasionally looked at the door waiting for his companions.
10, 15 minutes passed and no brave one showed up, it was noticeable that he was getting more worried, looking at his phone, sending messages, calling.
I approached him to ask if he wanted something and also to load him up on the situation.
All of them are a bunch of jerks, they're probably hanging out with the ladies, having a few drinks and then not showing up he said in a mix of laughter and anger.
I left and brought him a beer, the least I could do for a client like that.
Do you mind me taking it alone? I heard while I was leaving.
No, I'm going to get mine I replied to keep playing along.
In fact, that's what happened, I sat down with him to accompany him.
Although we were two acquaintances, the situation was unusual, it had changed, we had never coincided like this before, and in the first 10 minutes it became noticeable.
It didn't lack the usual grand abanico of questions, those that bore everyone, about what day it had been, how work was going and so on.
After that time of getting used to the situation, interesting things started to come out.
Imagine if they saw me taking a beer with you, hand in hand, these guys would die
Why? I asked between laughs, And see how things are, we're cynical men, and you're really good, imagine what we could talk about.
What? came out of my mouth, with a tone from someone more interested in knowing about the topic.
I can't, those are private things of ours, understanding where he was coming from.
Curiosity is one of the most important motors that move a person, and that 40-year-old guy who was chatting with me had understood it perfectly.
Then he realized that I was dying to know what they were talking about, and obviously knew how to take advantage of it.
The conversation quickly turned into This side, as if it were a movie, started reliving every situation in which they had made some comment about my person.
It was incredible, I knew practically day by day what clothes I had worn, among other things.
Do you remember the day you brought a light blue jean?
Not much, when?
And two months ago, that day we all almost died laughing, I swear we couldn't stop talking about your Booty
Many times in situations like this, where we are too involved and immersed in the topic, we lose the ability to analyze and be coherent.
This happened to me too, when he asked me right after.
And never bet who was getting me first or something like that?
Total silence, clearly he was handling the situation better than I was and hadn't reached that level of saying anything from the subconscious.
Between laughs, he said and how many times did you think about it?
No, I never, already done, it wasn't believable and there was no going back, I had opened my mouth.
For the first time in a long time, I was in a situation that was difficult to manage, and by that point, I didn't want to manage it anymore, I wanted things to unfold as they would.
Look, betting who got you first, we never bet or thought about it, but it's a nice idea, especially if I'm going to be the one
The conversation continued, with other topics in other words.
Looking at each other's eyes and waiting for the situation to explode.
What time is it? he asked.
Twenty to eleven, I replied.
How quickly time passes, I have to go home soon
Ay girl girl he sighed and looked at me.
In my humble interpretation of that moment, he was dying to make a move and die in a hotel with me, but the fact of going back home was very present for him.
It showed, that internal debate that prevented him from putting first and taking off.
Well, I'm leaving, if you want I'll catch up
After the attentive gaze of the owner, who approved the situation from the back of the bar, accompanied by a nice smile, we left.
We ran half a block in the rain Like two kids, where was the car parked. I get in, between you and me, we look at each other and quickly started the car. 'Where do you live?' I asked, still unsure. I couldn't believe it, even then, with me sitting there, totally into the car, hadn't defined the situation.
I gave him my address, we made the 4 blocks until the place. We arrived at the door, after an uncomfortable silence, I said thanks to Adri, gave him a kiss on the cheek and pushed him to open the door.
I couldn't do anything else, even though I wanted to, I had to respect his decision. Until a hand on my thigh and a 'stop' froze my action.
Quickly found my mouth, which obviously found it. There was no need to say more, he had finally chosen. 'Where's there a hotel around here, I haven't been to a hotel in a thousand years'
'I have no idea, neither do I, but let's go to my apt if you want' 'No, I want to take you to a hotel'
Then he took out his phone and handed it to me, 'search for it on Google Maps' And at that moment, he had already lost his rationality after so long.
'I found one on Yerbal y Rojas' Ah, look what they say in the group'
Who would have said that this was going to be a before and after. I entered the WP and found that group, I started reading, the last messages all apologies for not having gone. I read them all.
He laughed, got angry, and kept driving towards the direction he had told me. 'Send a message' 'What should I say?' 'Tell them they're all a bunch of jerks... no better, send an audio, tell them you missed them'
I didn't hesitate, 'hello guys, what's up that you didn't come, I missed you today' Then that dead group full of excuses exploded. Theories from one side, theories from the other.
There were those who put 'you're going to get it big time' vs those who said 'you're going to get your wife fat'
I couldn't, the situation got me. Being there reading what they posted made me feel a degree of heat and excitement I had never thought about.
'Might as well send them a photo?' while his ego It exploded. Then I did it, smiling in his car. The theories continued, we were already 3-1 in favor of everything being a joke. We arrived at the hotel and before entering the room he said, Let's make it believable. And then I understood that I had to go pose. Raising both arms, I saw the flash activate as I entered the room through the door. We went into the first room we found, my phone was still ringing, he made me come up, and we went to the first room we found. He sat on top of me, leaving it clear that I was hot. He gave me his phone again, like a mother giving her son his phone to shut up. The messages were pouring in, and we quickly passed through all types of congratulatory comments. Meanwhile, he was driving me crazy. So crazy that I barely noticed he had already put his hand inside my leggings and was touching me with his fingers. It didn't take much longer, the phone was set aside. He laid me down on the couch, quickly took off both shoes, and started to pull down my leggings. Without losing time, he made it fly around there and quickly brought his head between my legs. The thong was missing, which I pulled out with great patience and slow movements. Meanwhile, I was taking off my shirt and flying that bra. With delicacy and great technique, he started sucking on my pussy, without a doubt one of the best times it had been done to me. Then he stopped, got up, and gave me a kiss before leaving two fingers there below. After that kiss, he started going down again, passed through my neck and arrived at my breasts, then went back down there, where those two fingers weren't stopping entering and exiting. He sucked on it again, never stopping with his fingers, which made me twist, I couldn't stay still. This was making me even hotter, so he did it better. In the middle of all this, he took off his jeans and managed to get out of them. Without realizing it, he changed his fingers for his cock and started fucking me hard against him. That couch. Without taking off my shirt, I hug him from behind with one of his arms and lift myself up, we walk a few steps towards the bed. The started to take off his sweater, while I, already seated on that bed, told him to take off his jeans and boxer shorts. He ended up facing his cock, I couldn't help but taste it, soon I heard a sigh from his side, and quickly his hand accompanying my head. How much longer before they don't suck me I exclaimed, while pressing and pressing my head against it. I took it out and passed it all over my face, both of us enjoyed it. Acto seguido, he threw it back and left his balls at my disposal. Give a little bit I did with pleasure. His cock returned to my mouth, and after taking it with force using his two hands on my head against the bed, I lifted myself up with one hand, gave him a kiss and turned around. A light push against the bed, and he started to take me like that, from behind, with his arms resting on the bed. Acto seguido, he lay down behind me, both of us lying on our sides. There I knew Poringa. While he was taking me in that position, he said One day you'll appear on Poringa What's that? A page where couples can upload photos. The topic ended there, he threw himself over me and started to take me hard against the bed. It was my turn, so we rotated, and it was my turn to be on top. Like I never sat on top and went up and down embracing as much possible distance. He wasn't entirely convinced, not having control wasn't something I enjoyed, so I quickly passed back to being on all fours. And there I pushed and pushed until I couldn't anymore. I had many urges to cum, and without holding myself back I reached that orgasm, with him inside me. He didn't interrupt the moment, let me enjoy it with him. Once I finished, I didn't have a breath. There he was again, kneeling beside me. I gathered all my hair back while holding him with one hand, pushing his head towards me so my mouth could reach to suck him. With the other hand, I touched myself. When I reached the when he put himself in front of me and adjusting his head I said 'close your eyes' Act then started to cum very worried that my whole face would receive something. Terminate the cum and brought the cock back to my mouth again. 'Now you're ready for a photito' between laughs, which if it had passed, I wouldn't have opposed. 'You are divine cyn' while the situation was ending. This is how it ended, while I was bathing he was getting dressed as best as possible. I took him home, we said goodbye. And it wasn't until the other Thursday that we saw each other again, not for sex but to hang out at the bar. Where, by mutual agreement, we decided to make them believe they had fallen for the joke. We sowed that doubt, which was enough to keep having a good time without any certainty about them.
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