The Sex Path

I want to walk with you the path of sex - I told you without greeting in the early morning. -Good morning to you too! - you said funny. I suppose if it were really your employee (as we fantasize more than once), the equivalent would have been bursting into your office with that same phrase. -Ah, good day 😁 -Now yes. What do you want? It's a bit crazy because we had never seen each other before. We were fantasizing and imagining with much morbo the moment when finally we would meet (much hesitation on my part, I admit). If one thing was sure, it was that we were going to have an excellent time, off the charts. So for a moment, while you were waiting in those 15 square meters, I felt quite ridiculous about what I had asked. But good, confidence already existed, and finally I found something you hadn't tried before, so it was like deflowering you in something, and that idea thrilled me. So while I laughed at that occurrence, I heard you at the door. Just as I had asked, you greeted me like a teenager: a clumsy and timid kiss on the cheek, a quick glance at my body trying to hide it, and a big step into the room, like a 15-year-old dude who's dying of nerves in front of the girl he likes. Because what I asked for in that chat, when I proposed it, was just that: that we recreate all stages of sex, you and me, from the first kiss to wherever we got. And you, as always, fulfilled my request. We chatted without hurry, smiled often, until you came closer and kissed me. And well, why bother with details: in no time you went from my breasts to my ass, then to the use of the word: pussy over the pants, and while you were going down my neck and starting to suck your cock over the pants, my tremors began and I asked you to take me to bed. Lying next to each other, we kept kissing according to my fantasy, in which I was re-immersed, and I felt like a teenager again who lets herself be carried away Indolent from desire and passion, that adrenaline of nothing matters because pleasure runs through your body, uncontrollable. Your finger on my clitoris arrived just when I was managing to unbutton you, and I put my hand in your boxers to find your cock. I realized how very excited you were because barely touching me made you jump a little (which reminded me that I had to go slow). I returned to my role as an inexperienced young woman, and I approached your cock with my fingers. The head was well heated, the trunk looked venous, and when I circled it with my hand, you couldn't take it anymore and put all my fingers in one. With your other hand, you lowered my pants more to open my legs wider and as soon as I could do so, you started fingering me with your hand, already without control, without restraint, desperate, with your cock well heated in my hand, which was already getting good rhythm by then. I was getting very hot that you had taken the control like that, incorporating yourself onto your elbow to finger me more comfortably. At a moment, totally surrendered to what you were provoking, I started remounting an incredible orgasm, and your cock slipped out of my hand, and you kept going because it didn't matter, and you put your fingers in and massaged my clitoris and kept kissing me; when not the mouth, you went down my neck until my breasts, alternating my three erogenous zones closest to your mouth. You took me to a phenomenal climax, very intense, beautiful, that left me hotter than I had started masturbating. You kept kissing me while calming down a bit, and caressed my hair smoothly, until I could recover a little breath and open my eyes. -I loved it!- I said in a sigh -You can tell!- you replied with a timid irony. We laughed a bit and you came closer to hug me. As if not wanting to do so, you leaned your cock against my thigh, and I felt an electricity that ran through me from the point where you rested your head. -But this is missing something!- I shot back. I wasn't very sure about sucking it, but a good masturbation could do for you. -It's not necessary, fat one, don't make a problem... -No, it's no problem! - I turned around on my shoulder to face you -. These are just some mimos here nothing more... -I grabbed your cock again, which seemed about to explode, and started a very slow masturbation -. Slowly, like that. Without effort - the masturbation was starting to take effect, and you were struggling to keep your eyes open. As your breathing quickened and your excitement increased, you moved to accelerate the rhythm, and your hot cock barely fit in my hand. When you grabbed my neck, I couldn't help myself and ate your mouth, starting to warm up again. I brought my breasts to your mouth because I wanted to feel your teeth on my nipples, and obediently you fulfilled it. I returned to that state of heat where nothing mattered, and although it occurred to me that if I didn't prevent it, our cum would stain us both, I didn't want to break the spell of pleasure and simply kept going. I got wet again, but there was no time for me because you started to cum. That mix of disgust and wonder that accompanies the first contact with semen invaded me. That particular smell that at first is shameful, but time teaches us it's the sign of a job well done, the task fulfilled, the lubricity satisfied. You relaxed and your cock started to go down, and I took advantage to let it out and look for something to clean up. When I got up from the bed, I looked at you and saw you as you really are: an adult a little older than me, with much more experience, and completely relaxed after just one masturbation. I loved you even more in that moment. I approached you with some uncomfortable toilet paper because I didn't know what to do. Without looking at me, you thanked me while cleaning up the cum from your stomach and legs. Again I thought 'it's over' and started undressing. -I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to come? It will continue...