What I'm going to tell you happened during my university career, a summer. I was a computer science student. A 19-year-old girl, normal, 1.75 meters tall, red-haired, dark green eyes, athletic, certainly not extremely attractive.
I had planned a trip abroad for winter break, but I had to deal with economic reality, my parents would help me, but they couldn't cover all the expenses.
I decided to dedicate my summer break to working and earning some money in view of my future plans. A friend advised me to try an internship, doing administrative and management tasks, at a chalet complex on the coast, owned by a family acquaintance.
My parents supported the project, Claudio, my boyfriend at the time, much less... I would be outside the city all summer.
I finished all my finals in December and left. The complex was truly great, with a restaurant, swimming pool, close to the beach.
I entered the reception, there was no one, so I decided to fantasize and wait.
-Are you lost? A well-dressed man, around 40-45 years old, looked at me almost amused.
No, no, excuse me, it was open and I entered... it's very pleasant here- He said, turning around as if looking for another interlocutor. Aren't you treating me like 'you' to me? Look how not much older than you are.
I was disoriented, almost laughed and said:
-Ah, thank you! You're very kind-
-Then I'm old! He replied in a joking and reassuring tone.
-How old do you have? 24? 25?
-I'm 19 years old-
-Really? You fooled me a bit with your physique and clothes... at 19 years old here, in the summer, young girls are definitely sexier-. I hadn't thought about that, highlighting my appearance to make a better impression. In particular, for my potential employer, who turned out to be the man I was talking to. Indeed, when I asked him about the owner of the complex, he replied:
-I am, Marcos ¿How do you ' Did you call me? -I told him and named the friend who had directed me to him for the internship. -Come, let's sit down. You're 19 years old, so you can have a beer while we talk- he said almost laughing. I answered his questions, clarified that it was my first work experience that summer, that I had knowledge of computer science... that I spoke besides Castilian, English, Italian, and Portuguese... Finally, I heard what he wanted: -I think you can do a good job here, help me with the administration and operation of the complex.- He added that he needed someone reliable and believed I had all the qualities to do it well, that my language skills were good because foreign clients would come, that the offer included accommodation and meals, that it would be two weeks of trial, paid ($XXX), and if I performed well, it would be for the whole season. I thought, in the worst case, I would gain in two weeks what I had estimated possible to earn during the whole summer. I started the same day, Marcos made me take care of many things, I tried to always do my best, which was appreciated by everyone, including colleagues, despite being the last arrival. The two-week trial period passed quickly. By the second week, I had it clear that my boss was a womanizer, beautiful women around him couldn't go unnoticed. With me, he was correct and discreet. I continued all summer. One evening something unexpected happened. The night before I had gone out with other two girls, guests of the complex, ventiajeras and students like me. After leaving me alone, after a usual meeting, he asked about the previous night. I didn't have much to say. Nothing exceptional had happened, we had fun, drunk, and danced. -Don't tell me you didn't unwind a bit, with all the work you do here you should take advantage when you go out... Did you... entertain yourself? Want to say with someone... With one of the guys?- He said almost laughing. true, it had been a quiet evening simply among girls.
- I don't believe you... you're beautiful and that place is very well frequented ... -
-Certainly but not my objective-
-I understand! You've already had experiences with someone? Isn't that so?
I thought about what I had tried to do in my limited experience and allowed them to do... practically nothing compared to what I would experience hours later
-Yes yes. A few-
murmured, troubled.
-That's great! Outside of work hours you're free, and if you want to bring someone to your room, do it without problems. I didn't tell you before but I assumed that-
I blushed:
-Thanks... but I only came to work here. At home I have a boyfriend, I'm not looking for other stories-
-Ah! You don't have to look for stories. Just take advantage of the opportunities to have fun. And you won't lack, honey attracts flies. Enjoy without thinking too much…. Is there anything left to do? –
He went away as if nothing had happened, as if we had talked about a familiar Sunday evening
I went to bed that night, troubled and eager for company. Did I fall asleep after thinking of Claudio, my boyfriend at the time? Not exactly……
A few days later, Marcos called me to his private chalet (like he had done with me and other colleagues, alone or in a group, to discuss specific matters). As soon as I entered, he closed the door and:
-Excuse me-
murmured softly, as if he didn't want to wake someone who might be sleeping in the environment.
-I couldn't resist and it seems you're also feeling it-
he added, while with precipitation and sneakiness embracing me, lifting my skirt, and laying me down on a corner sofa, on the long side (which allows one person to lie stretched out and has no armrest). I would have liked to get up, maybe scream, leave there, but I couldn't. I was paralyzed. However, I could move. I raised a hand and placed it, almost unwillingly, on Marcos' head, that kneeling, I had separated my legs, his mouth pressed against the mesh of fabric from my briefs that covered the use the word: pussy and he was kissing and nibbling.
My head was telling me to do A but my body was doing Z: I put my feet on the floor, lying on my back, and helped him take off my skirt and briefs until I exposed my pubis. I leaned back against the couch again and lifted my legs so he could finish taking off both garments. He left me served use the word: pussy. He kept me with my legs pointing at the ceiling while he was serving himself.
His tongue, paused at first, increased its rhythm... and also increased the pleasure it gave me. I felt his lips and fingers passing over the lips of use the word: pussy. It was a fantastic sensation, my slight hesitation disappeared, won by the joy.
Then I saw them, his fingers, in front of my eyes. They were wet from my vaginal fluids... my body was in ecstasy and I felt pleasure like never before. No one had ever made me experience something like that... licking, sucking, and touching with such flair and passion. Each contact of his tongue was a shiver that reached my head.
I felt his lips moving slowly from the pubis to the navel, kissing every inch of skin. Without saying anything, he kissed me for the first time on the mouth, unbuttoned my blouse, put his hands under my body and released the zipper of the corset, leaving me completely naked with a forty-year-old man who was driving me crazy with pleasure.
I was aware that my small, firm breasts were not provocative at all. Not even my boyfriend was very passionate about them... I thought he would be disappointed, but instead I felt his hands grabbing and squeezing my tits, his lips pressing and sucking my nipples, his teeth nibbling them. The pleasure became overwhelming again and I felt shivers and a joy that I had never experienced.
While he continued to play with my nipples, one hand returned to tickle the use the word: pussy. I felt the vaginal fluids overflowing, the pleasure It was still increasing and almost suffocating me. His mouth released my nipples and returned between my legs, resuming work on the pussy with his tongue.
Suddenly he stopped, got up, and undressed. A few centimeters from my face was his sex, completely excited. It was thick, long, hard, almost intimidating, perfectly proportioned, I thought, to a man of stature and charm, like Marcos.
He sat down on the couch, arched. He grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him a bit. I felt something pressed against the pussy... it was his glans, his member seeking the way to enter inside me. The message in my brain was clear! I had to tell him to stop, not to do it, not to go any further. But the message stayed in my head, couldn't come out of my mouth.
His hard member began to open up a path, provoking a sensation of mild pain and intense pleasure. He was leaning over me, looking at our bellies that were joining. I felt like, instinctively, I was lifting my pelvis towards him. Another thing to tell him to stop! My body acted on its own... That and one last push from him made Marcos be, as much as possible, inside me. Maybe even up to my throat?
I perceived that I was coming out. I was going to scream for him not to do it, but he went back in with force.
Those movements of entering and exiting increased in frequency and intensity, pleasure took over my entire body, my head, which finally allowed me to enjoy. His thrusts continued, each one more intense and delicious. I had no idea how much time had passed, only the certainty that my previous sexual experiences had been much shorter and scarcer in pleasures. I enjoyed several orgasms,
Still caught up in a whirlpool of pleasant sensations, from which would be the last of my orgasms that afternoon, I perceived that his thrusts were slow but deep, it seemed he was getting deeper inside me. We kissed, he stopped for a moment, then gave me a I felt an even stronger, more intense and deeper sensation. I felt a great warmth fill my belly, a live and intense feeling that had never happened to me before. It came out of me and released a last trickle of semen onto my belly.
I was exhausted, like I think he was too, who lay down beside me. I stretched out my legs and arms, with my eyes closed, sensing his still-warm semen inside me, slowly regaining control of my head.
What happened to me...? I thought...
That in the first opportunity I had given myself to a grown man, forty-something... that's what happened!... I had forgotten I had a boyfriend at home and on top of it, I had let him have sex with me without protection... and for it to end up inside me...
And I loved it!
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