Reflexiones de verano...

Summer Reflections.
It could be on a beach by the sea. On the bank of a land river or among the rocks of one of the mountains. It could be in a public or private pool or even in any square. What does it matter where? At 45, there are things that slip away from me. Many. But there are others that don't. And time is one of those. Time... I look at her fixedly, maybe more than I would like or, at least, more than I can control. It's because she's beautiful: brunette, pulpy, long and lanky hair, with a physique that denotes the majesty of her age. She must be around 20 years old. She's with her boyfriend, but that doesn't matter to me. I'm trying to be careful. I'm here with my wife and kids. I wouldn't like to get lost among the curves of her breasts or diving into that perfect Booty, well shown, with that bikini that not only fits deeply but also shows a little bit of the edges of her completely depilated pubic area and the well-defined mark of her sex. How is this? What magic holds everything together so that the line doesn't come to light? How will it be to feel so exposed? Sometimes I get desperate. I palpate her with my eyes but would like to do it with my hands, with my tongue... That fresh body, is it being treated at its worth? Will her boyfriend take care of her well? Will he make her reach strong orgasms? I swear that with a woman like this I would strive to savor every drop that her pores produce... I dream of masturbating, I know. It doesn't matter. I have my wife. She's beautiful too, of course. In fact, that brunette reminds me a lot of her when she was 20. I knew her already. We started going out together at that time. What memories! The first fucks! The mutual discovery of a bunch of things: sensations, flavors! The first time she took my cum or let me play in her Booty! What moments! But time passes. Time... That voluptuous body of 20 is no longer the same. I complain about more and give a wrong impression: she is still beautiful. Different, but beautiful. Much more interesting than at 20. Maybe the beautiful breasts that I once licked are gone, disappearing after breastfeeding. Maybe her beautiful ass, that precious part of her body, has disappeared in part. But it's still a physically attractive woman. I know several people envy me, I'm aware of it. But it's hard to explain. I'm with her and I love her and enjoy her. Very much. But that 20-year-old body... That one, except for my wife's red hair, I have the possibility of seeing it in front of me now, generates a melancholy... Who could turn back time?... Time... The brunette adjusts herself face down on her towel and the weight of her breasts makes them swell to their maximum expression. If only I could feel her leaning like that against mine. How much I would like to feel those breasts resting on my torso! And that Booty... The sensation from here as I look at it is that she has nothing on underneath. That vision of her back is like seeing her fully naked. I think my heart is beating like it hasn't in a long time. Those curves where I'd love to take a nap in the drowsiness of this afternoon. How I would dig with my tongue until I feel her deeper flavor! I think my wife has noticed. She doesn't say anything. No reproach. I also think I've discovered her looking at some men who, beyond their age, take care of their body and posture. I understand. Time... Now the boyfriend is hugging her. He's sitting down, she's reclining on him. What a beautiful smile she has! At least it makes her smile. With that purple color she wears at the end of her hair, she looks like a doll. How precious! I know she's already noticed me looking at her. I think even a little bit, sometimes, she shows herself to me. She leans back and moves her Booty a little. He reacts in a way that his swimsuit can't hide. He has a notable bulge now, and I understand Some things are better. (...) At times I get the feeling he's staring at my wife. I don't know if she noticed, although when it was marked out for him to do so, I saw her glancing at him discreetly... I remember once, about 20 or 25 years ago. My wife was the bombshell of the place. Everyone's eyes were on her. I'd hug her trying to mark my territory, just like now the boyfriend of the brunette is doing... Yes! Just like that! I particularly remember a couple, already older, who would look at us. Bah, how the old man would stare at my wife. Openly. Almost intimidatingly, I'd say. Although she seemed not to mind. She moved with ease, quite freely, considering the tiny bikini she wore that time. It gave me a bit of an impression, but I also remember it didn't bother me, after all, the one who was going to take her to bed that night would be me. Ah! What nights! That blonde was wild. I think when he wasn't looking at her, she'd smile at the old man. To tease him a bit, I suppose. At one point, I remember, just before he approached to chat and I saw her hysterical. What a daughter of a slut she was! She was mocking that old guy. (...) What an insolent guy! I saw him making faces at my wife. She pretended not to notice. Do you think you're worthy of her? Know, guy, what you lack to fuck with a little one like her? I know it's in fashion to try to get into a mature woman, especially when they keep themselves up like my wife... But do you know how you'd get screwed in bed if you grabbed my wife, you big guy? You'd be destroyed, dried out. You wouldn't last two minutes. Not even with that thick thing between your legs would you manage to satisfy my wife. Know how I'd screw you and move your hips, riding you or jumping on top of you, with your back to me, showing you the butt... But if you make her cum just by palpitating her pussy like she knows how, with two or three presses you'll empty your cock. Or in five seconds you'll make it explode, if you do that cup with the mouth that comes out so well for you, and then he kisses me to swallow all your cum, guy you're a jerk! What a hassle! I think I remember something similar happening once. But it was the opposite. She got mad at me because I looked at a woman. Was it also on vacation? Wasn't it the same afternoon that old guy was looking at her too? Yes, I think so. She got mad at me because she thought I looked at another cutie and she left and didn't come back all night. I had worried because I didn't know where she went, spent the night alone in the hotel. The next day she came back and it passed. Anyway, she's jealous, she's temperamental. Now I'm going to buy something for a snack, while I walk away I see my wife approaching to talk to the guy who is now alone. He must be shitting his pants because he's insolent, although I see her smiling. Sure he's jerking off that jerk. When I got back, I found out the brunette had already left. I must have made some face, because she immediately looked at me and told me if I was looking for the girl who wasn't there anymore, that I was a masturbator who had been staring at her all day, and she said so many things to me quietly not to alarm the kids. The thing is that she left and I was left alone with them. She made a scene like last time and told me she needed some time alone. Well, there are things that repeat themselves. Tomorrow will probably come back, more calm and everything will be okay...Time...




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