The front deposit house

I call myself Adriana, they also call me Lala or Lali, I am a mature woman, and the idea of these stories is to tell a little about my past with more current events, since although I am married I have never been nor will be a waste of fidelity.

To start, I want to tell how it was my first time. I was in fourth year and lived with my parents in an apartment on Tres Arroyos Street. In front there was a storage room that bustled with activity during the week, but on Sundays it was protected by a sentry. That sentry's name was Juan and since I was 14, I got used to seeing how, always after midday, he received a visit from a woman whom he would take into the storage room and who would leave later after two and a half hours. Of course, I couldn't see what happened, only imagine it. It was like that sentry, a total and absolute stranger, became a virile presence extremely strong in my life.

My first orgasms were imagining that I was one of the women who entered the storage room, because over time they changed, not always the same ones.

Until it came to a moment when I couldn't take it anymore, I no longer tolerated looking at him from the kitchen window. It was something spontaneous, I hadn't even planned it. I grabbed my old's soccer ball, went up to my building's rooftop, and threw it towards the storage room.

I rushed downstairs, crossed the street, and knocked on the door. Of course, it wasn't yet midday, it was barely 10 o'clock, since I had to anticipate the inevitable feminine visit that would receive later.

When he opened and stood in front of me, my stomach got a knot. I wanted to run away and hide under my bed, but I gathered courage from nowhere and with a thread of voice, I said:

-Excuse me, but my brother was playing soccer and accidentally threw it inside, could you please return it?

-Con that's the noise I heard- he replied with a rough, whiskey-like voice -I don't know where it landed, come on, let's look for it-

I didn't hesitate, and despite that I was still an adolescent, entered the storage room imagining that it was one of his women. Inside opened up a large beach where trucks were loading and unloading products. In a corner was the ball that I had thrown myself. He picked it up and while he gave it to me, he said: -Tell your brother to learn to kick better- I hesitated for an instant, but finally decided to tell him. -Actually, I don't have a brother and I threw the ball myself- I think that was enough for him to realize my intention. He came closer and asked me: -Do you live across from here, on the third floor? -I nodded. -It seemed like I had seen you before- He takes the ball away from me, lets it bounce around and grabs my hand, telling me: -Come- And he leads me to the interior of the storage room, to the covered part. As we cross a hallway, he lets go of my hand and takes hold of my belt. -I think I know why you came, don't hope I'm wrong- he says, holding me tightly against his side. We enter an office where the desk and chairs are pushed against the wall. In the middle, spread out on the floor like a bed, a blanket with a sheet. -Here's where I bring the women who visit me, did you want to know that? -I nod. -It seemed like I had seen you more than once peeking through the window- I turned red with embarrassment, knowing I was a peeper. Did he also know I masturbated with him as a fantasy? He caresses my arms softly, trying not to intimidate me. -If your brother weren't waiting for you, I'd show you what I do with them- he confirms. The knot in my stomach becomes stronger and more intense. -I don't have a brother, I threw the ball myself- I whisper, lowering my head and looking at the floor. -Look how terrible you are, eh- he says, lifting my chin by the menton, looking me straight in the eye. He grabs my hand then and rubs it slowly over his crotch, making me feel a hardness that doesn't resemble any other. -Those women They come because they like this, do you also like it? - he asks, his voice now a little agitated.

Of course I nodded. I liked it.

Then the zipper goes down and she takes it out. - Grab her, don't let her bite - he hurries me.

I feel a mix of sensations, fear, anxiety, excitement. Yet I grab it. Today, at a distance, I can't be objective and say if it was well-endowed, you know how time idealizes everything, but in that moment it seemed enormous to me.

As I squeeze and massage it, she takes advantage of the distraction to put her hand inside my jean short and caress me over the underwear. What I felt at that moment, with that man's hand in such an intimate part of my body, I had never felt in my life. And it was something I liked and would always like.

Without stopping us from touching, he kisses me, putting his tongue deep inside my mouth. I respond by eating him and letting myself be eaten. While we're sucking each other off, I started to jerk him off. It was instinctive, since at that time I didn't even know how to masturbate a man. But as I realized the movement of my hand pleased him and he got harder and harder, I kept going, feeling the moisture dripping onto the palm of my hand.

Without letting go, still with his hand in my short, he takes me to the improvised bed. We continue kissing and touching while lying down.

- Have you sucked a cock before? - he asks.

Of course I told him no, that it's the first time I've had one in my hand.

- Do you want to suck it? -

- Yes, of course, all women do, don't they? -

- Yes, and they like it - he replies.

He stretches out on his back, showing how long it is, with the cock standing up, pointing towards the office ceiling.

- Take off your short and get down here in four - he tells me.

Following his instructions, I stand up, unbutton my short and take it off. I think it would be convenient to also take off my underwear, but when I'm about to do so, he tells me not to, that I should leave it on... for now. I throw myself back. then in four, perpendicular to his body, with my head just above that erection that seems to pulse with life of its own. How I don't dare take the initiative, he pushes his pelvis up towards me, seeking out my mouth with his cock. All I have to do is part my lips and let the tip slide between them.

As I start sucking it or at least trying to, he brings his hand down to my booty, puts it inside my underwear and caresses just where I usually touch myself, but of course his caresses are much more effective. A kind of explosion hits me all over, causing me to unintentionally let go of the cock. He then grabs my head and makes me eat it again, this time up to my throat. I'm not used to having something like that in my mouth, so I'm surprised by a couple of gag reflexes that I try to suppress to avoid embarrassment. And although my eyes fill with tears, I don't let go, I keep sucking it, with even more enthusiasm.

-Come here, get on top- he says and pulling down my underwear now, makes me lie on his body in a 69, although I didn't know what that position was called at the time.

As I suck him off, he sucks me too, which accelerates my pulses to a thousand. The pleasure spreads throughout my body, a pleasure to which I would become addicted from then on.

At some point, after leaving me all used up, he gets out from under my body and kneels down behind me. I'm still in four and for some reason I know I should stay like that. Something more is going to happen.

I turn my head and see him taking a silver packet out of his pants pocket. Of course I know what a condom is and what it's used for, but seeing him preparing it for use with me produces a shiver that runs down my entire body.

He opens it and puts it on. I watch him do it, excited and attentive. With the latex, the cock seems even more menacing. Hard, erect, beautiful.

He positions the tip between my lips and when he starts pushing it in, I realize that my life She just changed for good. I'm no longer a girl or an adolescent, that unknown person has just turned me into a woman.

As it advances, I keep repeating to myself over and over again:

I'm getting with the depot's serene... I'm getting with the depot's serene...

I don't know his name but he's inside me, opening me up and filling me with his cock, making me feel sensations that I didn't know existed. Of course, I knew sex wasn't that innocent, I'd seen porn magazines and movies, but I never imagined it could be so powerful and mind-blowing. And that was just the beginning.

The best part came when he started moving and then my world, everything I knew, seemed to fade away around me.

There, on Tres Arroyos Street's depot, with a man who didn't know me and was several years older than me, I had my first orgasm in life. A strong, intense orgasm that left me feeling faint for an instant.

When I recovered consciousness he felt entering and exiting, holding onto me and making me come again and again and again.

Then I didn't know but it turns out I'm multiorgasmic, I can cum several times during the same relationship, which is what happened in that first screw of my life. I had a succession of ejaculations that took him by surprise.

-How do you end up sweet girl, you're getting all wet!- he growls from behind, not stopping to pump me.

And it was true, I could feel the cock sliding, producing a wet, acoustic sound as it slid inside me.

The serene continued penetrating me for a bit longer, panting more and more excitedly until he left it stuck inside me and exploded in my interior.

Despite the latex limitation, I could feel the cum implosion and accumulation inside the condom, a sensation that still feels incomparable to this day.

Between ecstatic sighs, he leans against my back and hugs me, showing me a love that hadn't been evident until that moment.

-What a good screw, you're a slut!- Mom!- she exclaimed in the middle of an exhalation, after which she came out of my interior and threw herself onto her back. Feeling like my legs were trembling and that the word pussy was beating me like it had its own pulse, I reclined beside her. -You grabbed me and I don't even know how you're called- I pointed out to her. She wraps an arm around me, pulls me towards him and kisses me. -My name is Juan- he says. -I'm Adriana, of course Lali for you- Then she would tell me that she was married, that she was the mother of three children, two boys, a girl, and that she was 35 years old, almost twenty more than me. But, of course, that didn't matter to me. This was my first time, if you like I'll keep telling. Hopefully they'll read it and comment on whether they liked it and if they want me to continue the story. Kisses.