The pantry

ArrayIt happened in 2020. I read an article that the crisis is very severe and people don't have money for essential things. It gives me a lot of morbo. I enter the Facebook job group and review the comments of women who comment. One catches my attention, I enter her profile, she's 24, married with a daughter a few months old. I tremble seeing her public posts: she commented on many job offers and is also wasting a bike, a plasma screen, and a wheelbarrow. I think I have an opportunity here. I write to her saying if she's looking for a job. She responds that yes. I offer her 2 thousand pesos for a sugar daddy encounter. She says she doesn't do those things. 3 thousand pesos for a while, I write. She asks who I am and if I know her. I say no, just saw her public posts on Facebook and thought she was nice. If you want we can meet in a public place to get to know each other and feel safer. She leaves me pending. I write again: 4 thousand pesos. It takes her a day to respond, accepts meeting us at a park but only to get to know each other. When I arrive she's already there, looks much better than in her photos, blonde, petite, with good tits and ass, green eyes. She wears white sneakers and black pants and blouse. We chat for a bit, seems like we've known each other for a long time. She talks to me using the formal you. I'm more than ten years older -she says-. Why is she doing this? I don't tell her it gives me a lot of morbo getting with a married woman and mother at a price like a prostitute. She tries to justify herself: if everyone else does it, why not me. Then she asks: do you have condoms? Yes, I respond. Well, if you want let's go already. We walk to a small hotel two blocks from the park. She looks a bit nervous when we enter the hotel. You can hear conversations from other rooms. pasa to the bathroom and I wait for her in bed. She comes out naked and barefoot, wrapped in a white towel, and stands in front of me, looking sad and unsure what to do. Take it off, I tell her. I look at her for a bit, her face is red. I caress her pubic hair and give her kisses on her belly while massaging her soft buttocks. She strokes my hair. Go to bed, I say. She does and opens her legs as if waiting for me to do what needs to be done. But I'm taking my time. How many times a week do you masturbate?, I ask. Two, she says. Show me how. She looks at me confused. Show me, I insist. She closes her eyes and starts caressing herself timidly. I unbutton my pants and take out my cock. I masturbate slowly while looking at her naked in bed. I get into bed next to her and hug her, playing with her nipples. I take her hand and tell her: show me where you touch yourself; she guides me to the entrance of her pussy where there's a little button near the entrance of her lips. I spit on my fingers and start caressing her very slowly without penetrating her. I take her hand and put it on my cock, she masturbates. She starts letting out muffled moans, I increase friction and she starts twisting, pulling my cock faster while she starts coming. Where did you learn to do that?, she sighs. Doesn't your husband play with you?, I ask. No, nothing more than quick and in the dark, she says. I kiss her and penetrate very slowly with one finger. I pull it out and let her try it. We keep kissing and savoring her juices. I ask her how many men she's been with and start putting a second finger in. She moans, tells me she's only been with her husband and had two boyfriends in prep but they were just for fun. I ask her when the last time was that she had sex with her husband and start putting a third finger in. She says it's been two weeks because she works away and only comes home one Sunday every 15 days. Oh, and does your husband eat your pussy? No, she answers. Immediately I settle between her legs and start Licking her little cookie. She bites her lips. In the room next door, you can hear some kids playing. Her moans are getting louder, she takes a pillow to her face and bites it. I take it away from her and keep licking her pussy and tell her: I want to hear you! Ay, ay -she squeezes me with her thighs and pulls my hair- AY, LIKE THIS, AAAAYYY. I stick out my tongue and she starts to get excited, she doesn't care that the women next door can hear her moans, she screams and twists until she comes again. Already, she gasps. What? She asks me. That's it, I answer. I play with her: Which one? Her cock!, she groans. Don't listen, I tell her. ALREADY F**K ME THE COCK!, she groans. I get up, put on a condom, I'm very hard, I'm the second man to be inside her. I open her legs and she looks at me with her eyes and caresses my chest. I start penetrating her very slowly, despite having a daughter she's very tight. I put it in and take it out entirely but very slowly. We don't seem like two strangers who just met and are f**king for money. She wraps her legs around me, gives me kisses on the neck and groans in my ear, as if with maternal instinct she caresses my hair and back while I invade her entrails. After a while I warn her that I'm going to come. Yes, yes -she cries-, come with me, come with me. We both finish, her body is red and sweaty. We hug each other and fall asleep for a bit. Then she tells me she has to go. She goes to the bathroom and turns on the shower, I follow her. She laughs, says it's going to be very hard for her to leave because everyone must have heard her screams. I tell her the water is too hot, she teases me. She makes it warm and washes my back, I wash her pussy. We start kissing and I get hard again. There are no words, I position her with her back to me and start f**king her without a condom. I finish inside her. When we dress up, I give her the 4,000 pesos in five-hundred bills. Ah, she laughs, it had already slipped my mind. I take her to Waltmar, we say goodbye. As if we were two lovers. I tell her I can see her again, she says yes, except Sundays because her husband arrives. I see her from the parking lot, the lady who brings her full diaper and had to give her daughter's bottom a good scolding to buy diapers for her and groceries because her husband doesn't have enough to support them, turns around to look at me from afar. She smiles, sends me a kiss. I don't go back to see her or write to her, the thrill is gone.