Stranger's Relax Night

Sometimes my work allows me to take a break and have lunch away from the office. Today was one of those days, so I decided to go to a known shopping mall in the western zone to eat something. On my way, I took a stroll around the stores, without any intention of buying anything, just to clear my head. In the food court, the same old places were there, where you could find some fast food or pizza, but nothing caught my attention. On the first floor is that American coffee chain, where they write your name on the cup, and it's not cheap at all. Honestly, I was tempted more by the idea of ordering one of those over-prepared coffees with a muffin and just hanging out in the mall than sitting down to eat in the food court. When I was waiting in line to order at the coffee shop counter, I saw her, and I froze. She was the cashier. With a very friendly tone, she attended all the customers, always with a smile on her face. A brunette with dark skin, round face, black curly hair tied back with the visor of the local, white pearl earrings, plump lips, and brown eyes. Her smile stood out, highlighting her white teeth that contrasted with her skin tone. Before reaching the counter, I quickly turned around and abandoned the line. I walked lightly to my car to get a pen and paper. I wrote something, about twice the size of a credit card, and went back to write on it again. I re-entered the coffee shop line as soon as I could, and she was still serving customers while her colleagues prepared orders behind her. When it was my turn, Welcome sir, what are you going to take? - she asked with a smile, just like all her other customers. In that instant, I noticed a rare accent, like a foreigner. Additionally, I could notice that there was something promising underneath her sweater. 'Hello good day, I'd like a large vanilla latte machiatto and a chocolate muffin.' Perfect sir, your name? Nicolas Perfect, anything else? No no. Nothing more Well, then it would be 315 pesos Can it be debit? Yes clear I'll give you the debit card, ID, and in between the card and ID, the paper. 'Read when you can' said the paper on the outside face. She took the card to charge me, and when she saw the paper, analyzed it for two seconds, put it in her apron pocket, and handed me back my ID while putting the card in the posnet. I signed the ticket, and headed to the side counter to wait for my order, greeting the girl who served me very politely. The paper said: since you work at a café, inviting you to take a coffee would be redundant, so if you're interested, I'll leave my phone number, and we can have a beer, an ice cream, or whatever you want. Call me. I retrieved my coffee and muffin and sat down at one of the tables while browsing social media with my phone. Time passed, and I had to go back to work. That day, I didn't receive any call or message from this girl, nor the next day. I had already lost hope, honestly, considering it wouldn't be safe anyway, writing her and less going out with someone who left their phone number on a paper. Four or five days later, I received a message from an unknown number. Hi, I'm leaving at 6 pm today, if you want we can meet in the central hall of the shopping mall. Hi! Okay, perfect! At 6 pm I was there! What was your name? Haha Salomé is my name, Nicolas yours, right? Yes yes, what good memory! It's not memory, I immediately programmed your phone number the other day, after you left the local 😂 Haha perfect! See you at 6 pm 5:30 pm I was already in the hall. Anxious? Totally. Never had I dared to do that, leaving a paper with my phone number to an unknown woman, and even less imagined they would call me when She would have done that, but there she was, waiting for her. I see her arriving with her backpack on and the work uniform still on. We greeted each other with a cheek kiss and I asked if she wanted to get an ice cream - she said Let's go to the cafeteria patio and we each choose one, I got a quarter and she got a cone..... We started well.... We sat down at one of the tables and started talking. Seeing her eat the cone was a show, licking it from bottom to top while rotating the cone at the same time and finishing with the tip of the ice cream... I enjoyed that, and my quarter, which made me go down a bit from the heat that was starting to rise. She told me she was 22 years old, older than me. That she's Colombian (that's why I noticed her weird accent when she served me at the cafeteria) and came to Argentina in search of better opportunities because she wasn't getting them in her country. She thought of settling here, starting to study, and bringing the rest of her family (she lived here with an older sister)... After finishing the ice cream and chatting, she looks at me straight and says: Honestly, I never thought you'd call me and accept something from me. You seemed very pretty and very nice, that's why I dared to write to you. Jajjaa thanks. You also seemed very handsome, but I wanted to tell you something. I have a boyfriend. He's in Colombia. She must have noticed it on my face. But to be honest, I'm already missing some things - went on Aja, like what? Look. My boyfriend bothers me. I won't be unfaithful. My chances of something more with Salomé would fall through... At least not from the neck down.... My face changed. I think she noticed it too. If you want, let's go to the bathroom and I can do something with my mouth, but no kissing...... Kisses only for my boyfriend. My heart was beating strongly, unable to hear what I was listening to.... I got up immediately from the chair like a spring, without saying a word, she took her things and led me to one of the second-floor bathrooms, according to She is the least frequented one. It was the one for people with disabilities, wider than normal ones, which would allow more comfort. Hanging her things on the door handle, she turned around and undid my belt and pants with great skill. She helped me take off my jeans and boxers and made me sit down on the toilet with the low seat, my cock suddenly appeared, but completely asleep, hanging there. Next, she stood in front of me, released her curly hair, and rearranged it, tying it tightly with the same tiny ass hair that had been removed moments earlier. Then, she knelt before me, positioning herself between my legs, and with her right hand, took my cock to kiss it softly. She stretched it out, covering her head with skin, while licking it from base to tip like a popsicle from earlier. Soon, she began to suck me softly, at the same time as she buried her face in my balls, moistening them and even putting both of them in her mouth. My cock was taking shape. Before reaching the extreme hardness point, she went back up again, tracing with all her tongue the length of my cock until the head, and put it in her mouth, helping herself with her hand. She pushed it to the bottom, keeping her mouth as open as possible. She swallowed it whole. I felt her nose hit my body. She stayed like that for a few moments, two or three breaths, and now taking my cock with both hands from the base, pressed her lips against the shaft and sucked hard, pulling it out of her mouth. Reaching the head, the suction had its effects, I was shivering because of it. With her hands, she ran the skin back to reveal the head, and played with her tongue, from the frenulum, and all around the glans. She gently scraped with her teeth, like nibbling something. My sensations were indescribable. She continued with her task, I didn't have to tell her anything, she knew exactly what she was doing, and she did it very well. She started taking rhythm Blowjob. With both hands grasping my cock, one hand following the other, and at the same time, his lips touching his left hand, making crossed twisting movements of torsion, while sucking, as if to milk me all the cum. Every now and then he would stop to rest, pushing it until the back of the throat, and in other cases coming up for air, keeping my cock between his hands and moving it from top to bottom. I felt like I was going to cum at any moment. I squeezed my buttocks trying to brake the avalanche. When he turned the cock into the mouth again, I asked him what he wanted to do when he finished, but he didn't answer and kept sucking. Then I interpreted that he wouldn't mind if I gave him my semen in his mouth. I relaxed, enjoyed the little bit left of the spectacular blowjob I was receiving, and only managed to say it's coming! when my orgasm was already unstoppable and the subsequent cum shots followed. When receiving the first impact, she took my cock firmly with her hands, and keeping her lips pressed around the head, she stopped the following spurts with her tongue. Until that moment, she had never lifted her gaze towards me. Only after the fourth or fifth ejaculation did she look at me, and without lowering her gaze, she swallowed the cock whole again until the back of the throat, making suction as she came out to leave it clean. I couldn't see how much semen she spat, but I noticed her swallowing twice or three times. My cock fell dead almost instantly, exhausted. She got up from between my legs, went to her backpack and took out the toothbrush and toothpaste to wash her mouth. While doing so, I dressed and arranged my clothes. Once ready, I wanted to give her a kiss. No, no kisses yet, I've already said that. Well, it's okay, you were great! Thanks, I was really looking forward to it. Let me tell my sister not to wait for dinner - good! Tell her then. We'll look for somewhere to eat around here. options for the patio lunch, and we sat down to wait at the table, while chatting about everything a little bit. Recurrently she would speak of Colombia again and again. It's logical, it shouldn't be easy to be away from your country, your family, your loved ones, if on top of that it's an obligatory decision. When they called us because the food was ready, I made her wait at the table while I went to get the plates. We ate without stopping talking for a minute, so dinner became long. It would be more than 10 pm when I noticed her anxiety about everything that was happening, like she had wanted to talk to someone and couldn't. Something occurred to me. You know what? I have an idea - I said while taking her hand. What? You seem very anxious, stressed... Why don't you let me pamper you for a night? What?! What are you saying? I already told you I have a boyfriend! - it sounded slightly indignant. No no, I know that, what I want is to offer you a different night. I want you to relax tonight. I want you to feel good, your mind only focused on enjoying, how does that sound? Let me spoil you for the rest of the night... But I'm not saying we'll have sex, just that you relax Mmm and how would that be? Well, if you accept, there are many hotels around here where we can spend the night, and do whatever you want Mmmm no... It doesn't convince me... it would be the first time I wouldn't go back to my sister's apartment to sleep. Well. But you're also big, you have the right to have a good night. Yes, it could be... Thought for a bit Let me call my sister, if she's home, I'll come with you. If not, I have to go back to the apartment because it's dangerous to leave it alone at night, the neighborhood isn't very quiet. We lived in a department of an environment, the two of us, near a medium-poor neighborhood known as the west. It wouldn't be the best place, but it was the one we could afford and didn't ask for too many requirements. To talk on the phone. When she came back: Ok. My sister was in the apartment and was already getting ready to lie down, accepting your invitation. Perfect! Let's go! We cleaned the trays in the trash cans and left them there. We got into my car and left the parking lot to head to one of those hotels on the side of the highway. We entered with the car and asked for a room with all the services. When we entered the room, the lights and functional music turned on. She put her backpack on the sofa and threw herself onto the bed, practically face up, exhaling strongly, like when you take a big weight off your shoulders. Do you want to have something? Wine? Beer? Champagne? Soda? Mmmm wine is fine if it's white. Okay. I'll order it. I ordered the wine while watching her breathe calmly on the bed, lowered the lights a bit to create a more suitable atmosphere and looked for one of the radios playing soft music, slow songs. When the wine arrived with two glasses, I uncorked and served some. I brought her one of the glasses and we toasted. We took a sip each, looking at each other. Do you want me to fill up the hot tub? I'd love it. But how am I going to get in without you seeing me? There's no partition here... My idea is for you to relax, actually make you relax, so I thought of accompanying you to the hot tub to give you some massages while... No way! Not crazy! You're going to see me naked! And I already told you I have a boyfriend! But you saw me almost naked and that didn't bother you. Let me return some of that pleasure, I promise not to do anything you don't want. I opened the hot tub controls, regulated the water temperature, and left it filling. I added the hotel's bubble bath and shampoo so it would make bubbles. She didn't seem very convinced but as I got closer she started to relax. Approaching from behind, I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly started massaging them. She took a deep breath and exhaled relaxed. Through one of the mirrors I saw that she closed her eyes and gave herself over. Massaging her back, I managed to grab the thong she was wearing and which was going into her pants to remove it. I won't deny that it took me a little effort to get past her breasts, as they got tangled up with these when I was trying to take them off. She lifted her arms to help me pull out the garment. A white bodice appeared, with wide straps and large cups. To be honest, that bodice wasn't very sexy, but I guessed it would be one of the most comfortable things she could get. Her dark but extremely smooth skin invited me to keep massaging her and even kissing her. I contained my desire to kiss her on the back only for a moment or two. When my hands passed from the lower part of her back to the front, rubbing against her body's sides, reaching her stomach, I found myself very close to her neck, and there I couldn't resist, and kissed her nape. Far from resisting, she breathed deeply and let her head fall back. Then I continued kissing her neck, even making circles with my tongue, while my hands moved from her belly up to her breasts. My head couldn't take in what my hands were touching. No matter how hard I opened them, spreading my fingers wide, I couldn't fully grasp those breasts. I kept going slowly until I put my fingers between the bodice's straps to lower them, and she moved her arms to remove the straps. When she finally managed to pull them off completely, she took my head from the back of my neck and pressed it against her neck so that I could keep kissing her, even biting gently. I finished lowering the straps and using a bit more force, I freed her breasts from the bodice, which was left hanging at her waist, only held by the clasps in the back. I looked through one of the mirrors and couldn't believe it. Those tits were completely exposed, and I could appreciate their perfect size. Each one seemed like a ball of handball, that's why they couldn't fit in my hands, and their dark nipples, darker than their skin, were the size of the palm of my hand. I wanted to squeeze them, but if I took each one with one hand, it was impossible. So I took them from the side and squeezed one against the other, like trying to join them. Those breasts were impressive!!! The hot tub was almost ready, so I helped her undress completely. I unbuckled her belt and pants, and she took them off herself. She had on a big white bra. But since her Booty didn't fall behind in terms of size, it seemed smaller. She took off the bra herself. Her pelvis wasn't shaved, with a little triangle of black curly hair on her mount of Venus. Taken from my hand, she entered the hot tub, and I turned it on immediately. The bubbles began to relax her body, and the water jets to massage it. I noticed she was enjoying the moment. While she had her eyes closed, surrendering to the pleasure of the hydrotherapy, I undressed completely myself. My cock was semi-dormant, only slightly stiffened, but not at its maximum potential, I calculated that all my libido would be focused on giving her pleasure, but in a more tantric and sensory sense, rather than sexual penetration. I rethought the situation. I decided to do exactly that, give her pleasure without sex. I grabbed an algae sponge from a hotel bag and moistened it with hot tub water. Sitting on the massage wall outside, I was wetting and massaging her shoulders with the sponge. The shampoo covered her body and didn't let me see under the water. Come in with me, let's go - she asked. She lifted up a bit, making room between her back and the hot tub. And there I went. The warm water was perfect. She positioned herself between my legs, with her back resting on my chest at the same time as my cock rested on the lower part of her back, almost in her Booty. I felt myself stiffening a bit more. With the Sponge, I softly washed all her body, paying special attention to her breasts. On the ceiling above the hot tub, there was another mirror, and the images it reflected were beautiful. The hydro massage turned off automatically, but we stayed inside. The bubbles disappeared, and the shampoo foam slowly dissipated too. I started massaging her entire body, oh, everything I could because I was in a somewhat restrictive position for movements. Her skin shone with water and soap, and besides being slippery, it invited me to touch all of it. Her breasts were spectacular. Never in my life had I held such large and firm tits between my hands. I must have been massaging those breasts for about 15 minutes, while she was caressing my legs under the water and softly gasping. I lowered one hand down to her pubic area, separated her thighs a bit, and reached her pussy through the hair of her pubis. She jumped in surprise. I gently massaged her lips and continued separating them until I reached her clitoris. When I wanted to penetrate her with my finger, she stopped me and pulled out my hand. No, don't penetrate me, my boyfriend's pussy is mine. Okay, but can you massage me? Yes, if so. It seemed a bit strange to me, the limits she was setting, I didn't quite understand them, but it didn't matter to me. I went back to massaging her, this time with three fingers rubbing the button while squeezing her breasts with my other hand. I pinched her nipples while gently biting her neck. The water started agitating due to the movements of her body in reaction to what I was doing to her. Her breathing quickened, and she opened her mouth to breathe more heavily. Orgasm was at the door. Her cum was extremely hot. She stayed still for a second and then started screaming. The room filled with her screams. With one of her hands, she took mine and pressed it against her pussy, as if masturbating herself with my hand in the middle. She did the same with her other hand. hand, and the one I had on her breasts. She squeezed my hands so hard it hurt. Her pressed breast seemed like it was going to explode. She exerted force against my body, pressing me against the jacuzzi. Until she relaxed. The agitated breathing slowed down a little by little. I turned on the hydromassage again, and we made out for a while inside the jacuzzi. I got out and took a shower, while she stayed in for a bit longer. I dried off, and helped her get out. I took the towel and dried her off centimeter by centimeter. I enjoyed it immensely running the towel over her entire wet body. First her shoulders and back, then her breasts, arms, abdomen. Then her booty, and finally her legs. I kissed each part of her body as she was drying off. We lay down on the bed, and fell asleep. The next thing I remember is that I woke up because something hurt. My cock was very hard, that's what hurt. And the reason for my severe erection was that Salomé had it between her hands and in her mouth. She was sucking me while she was giving me head. When she saw that I woke up, she looked at me, smiled, and kept sucking. At a certain moment, she got out of between my legs, got off the bed, made me turn around, and sit on the edge of the bed. She opened my legs, which were held up by my feet against the floor, and leaned me back a bit, making me rest my elbows on the mattress. Thanks for everything - she said - now it's my turn to relax - and winked at me. She set out to give me one of the best blowjobs I've ever had. With both hands, she was sucking my cock while moving her head up and down along its entire length. It was hard for me to stay focused. At a certain moment, she took my cock out of her mouth, looked at me, and said Did you like my breasts? Yes! Of course! I loved them! Well, I'm going to put your little prick between my melons, and you're going to get it... Uffff good, if you want, the idea drives me crazy. Right away, she started playing with her tits, more specifically The canal between tit and tit, and separating them with her hands, asked me to put the cock in between. When I did, she brought her breasts together, making my cock disappear. She started lifting and lowering her tits with her hands, teasing me with them. My cock was barely peeking out between those melons, only to disappear again. The pleasure it produced was immense, but somehow it lowered my excitement a bit, and I could enjoy that impressive Boobs fuck for a while. After a few minutes, when her show was getting dry and I started to get roughed up, she let go of her breasts and took my cock in her mouth again, sucking me all the way down to the bottom of one. When she pulled it out, strings of saliva hung from her lips. Is there anything left for me? -she said with a baby-talk voice If so, I think something's still here. Well, do you want it here...? -she said, pointing to the top of her tits No, she didn't let me answer, and started sucking fiercely again. A few seconds later, I was about to cum. I pushed her gently back, so I could stand up and get off. She ended up kneeling on the floor, with her Booty resting on her heels. With one hand, she brought her breasts together, passing her forearm under the other breast, and with the other, she kept teasing me like milking me. From above, her tits looked even bigger. I couldn't stop my orgasm anymore. She ended up pointing herself at my cum, and it formed a pool with a large amount of cum. My legs went limp from the cum, and I collapsed onto the bed. She, looking at me, stood in front of me, and spread all the cum over her tits, massaging them above, below, and all around with my semen. Mmmm what tasty pussy! -she said as she approached one tit with her hand and licked the cum with her tongue. She smiled mischievously and went to take a shower. The shower was separated from the room by only a glass, and had a light inside that made it look like... turn off the rest, it seemed to recreate a scene from an erotic movie. She started bathing, rubbing her entire body slowly, while I watched her from outside. Slowly she massaged herself from the neck to the feet, with plenty of soap, leaving her covered in foam. When she finished washing her feet, she stood up slowly, looking at me, and smiled. Only then did I realize that I was touching myself. My cock was waking up again, and I started masturbating slowly again. She saw me and seemed to like it or get hot because she started touching and rubbing her breasts with one hand while lowering the other hand to her pussy and touched herself too. I stopped and approached the shower. I leaned my left hand on the glass partition while continuing to masturbate with the other hand. She felt like she was in a glass case, and started touching herself more strongly. The water was acting as her lover, tracing all over her body and skin. Looking at each other's eyes, we were both masturbating for each other. I saw her twisting with pleasure, and I also felt it. I realized I was having an orgasm when she opened her legs, sat almost in a squat position, leaning her back against the shower wall, and put two of her fingers inside her ring. She closed her eyes and screamed. I arrived at that moment too. My cock pounded and swelled, to spit out what was left against the glass. My legs weakened again, and I had to lean my forehead against the partition to avoid falling. We looked at each other and desperately wanted each other, but nothing else happened. She finished showering, then I went in for a quick shower. When I got out, she was already dressed, so I got dressed too. It was 7:30 am. I had to go to work. We left the hotel and I left her at the shopping mall entrance, having thanked me for the relaxing night we'd had. We agreed to talk again. I went to work, but my head didn't stop thinking about such breasts. Not for nothing.