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EL PRIMER BESO
Si sos mujer, si tenes más de cincuenta, si tenes una pareja estable de muchos años de convivencia, si son muy felices y crees que todo en tu mundo es perfecto, pues bien, te dejo mi historia, tal vez pueda abrirte los ojos.
Brenda es mi esposa, nos conocimos muy jóvenes, caminamos por la vida tomados de la mano, llegaron nuestros bebes, se hicieron niños, se hicieron hombres, los vimos partir con sus nuevos amores. Volvimos a la mutua soledad de esos días de noviazgo, tiempos de reinventarnos, de redescubrirnos como personas, como amantes.
Y nuestro amor está por sobre todo, lo más importante y honestamente, no sé qué haría yo si ella me faltara, ella es mi razón de vivir.
Más de treinta años de convivencia, superamos conflictos, crecimos con proyectos, tuvimos dificultades, vivimos felices, creo que Brenda y yo llegamos al punto de ser solo uno en cuerpo y mente, a conocernos demasiado, tal vez demasiado.
El tiempo había pasado, las cosas habían cambiado, ya no éramos los chiquillos rebeldes de otras épocas, perdí bastantes cabellos y los pocos que me quedan se han vuelto plateados, uso anteojos en forma permanente y estoy siempre peleando con mis problemas cardíacos y mi sobrepeso, Brenda, como toda mujer oculta el paso del tiempo con la tintura de sus cabellos, pero las arrugas de su rostro dicen demasiado de ella, también tiene sus cosas, como una lucha desenfrenada contra una incipiente diabetes que amenaza en transformase en un problema.
Para mi ella es hermosa como es, siempre será la más bonita en todo lo mundo, por más que pasen los años, y siempre voy a necesitar de su complicidad para que las cosas funcionen.
Y en este punto es justamente donde las cosas poco a poco fueron cambiando en nuestra relación, habían pasado eso días de juventud donde la palabra sexo era tan importante como respirar, porque Brenda y yo en la cama éramos dinamita pura.
Pero cuando pasó la barrera de los cincuenta años el fuego que ella tenía entre las piernas se fue apagando, poco a poco, estaba en el fin de sus días fértiles y con eso llegaron muchos cambios, demasiados. Brenda dejó de disfrutar de los juegos de seducción, ya no le parecieron atractivos, un poco por la edad, otro poco por asumir que yo solo tendría ojos para ella, era lógico que, si no le había sido infiel en mis mejores años, no lo haría ahora, ya viejos y gastados.
Yo soy hombre, siempre esperaré su cuota de seducción, de sentirme deseado, y aunque no lo quisiera su hielo poco a poco empezó a invadirme, cada noche iba a la cama con la idea de hacerle el amor, pero ella prefería leer un libro, o chatear con su celular, yo solo me acurrucaba a su lado hasta que el sueño me vencía, esperando que tal vez la noche siguiente tendría mejor suerte.
It's sad to say it, we've talked about it many times, but things never changed, I stopped enjoying making love with my wife because I started feeling like she only did it occasionally to please me, to give me pleasure, because she would have preferred just sleeping, and that wasn't my idea of making love, no, I enjoyed when she enjoyed.
We transformed without wanting into life partners, bed partners, in love until the end of our days, but in a love almost devoid of sex, perhaps it was like that, perhaps it was normal, perhaps the wrong one was me, perhaps...
Brenda had retired from her days as an elementary school teacher, filling her time at home with private tutoring for small children, and I spent my days locked up in the hardware store.
Each day was more of the same, without many novelties, without much to tell.
That morning, she entered the business, took a few detours in silence, looking around here and there, a woman who seemed younger than me, with white skin, abundant hair, cut at her neck, clear blonde almost white, falling to one side, clear eyes, of medium stature, heavy build, I calculated at least 70 kilos, wide and marked hips.
She was well-dressed, in a fitted shirt with a marked neckline and a black vest, very fine, with pants in the same tone, wide and loose on her legs and slightly fitted around her butt. I couldn't help but notice that when she gave me the light of the sun entering through the door, it showed too much, to the point where I could see clearly her buttocks and a tiny ass that disappeared into her intimacy. I also saw some boots with a medium heel that looked unkempt, surely contaminated by the dirt on the sidewalk.
She had large earrings, her hands full of rings, heavy makeup, and a sweet perfume that had invaded the store.
I was staring like an idiot, remembered my wife, and felt a lot of frustration in that moment the image of bold woman that she was selling was everything I would have wanted Brenda to sell, but no, that was impossible, Brenda thought everything was fine just as it was.
Good day, can I help you? - I said curtly -
She had folders in her hand, then pulled out an identification and I found out she was from the provincial tax department and was doing random audits.
She asked for the local's identification, while pulling out a lengthy printed form to complete, opened the birome and looking at the paper said aloud while completing
Date...
Address...
Name of the local...
Your name and surname? - she asked -
Adolfo, Adolfo Pereyra... - I responded calmly -
Adolfo Pereyra? had a classmate in primary school with that name... - she meditated and raised her gaze -
Did you study at 'Sacred Heart'? by chance? - she asked -
Yes... but... we were classmates? I don't remember... - I said confused -
Then she laughed and put aside the legal part for which she had entered the business, shook her head and said
Marcela Montalván, don't you remember me?
Devil's, almost fainted, Marcela Montalván! but no, it couldn't be true...
Marcela had been my first and innocent love, whom I stole a first kiss from in recess, just a lip touch, innocent, pure, curious, she had been my seatmate and my image was of a thin girl with black hair and clear, mischievous eyes, that surprise....
Marcela had accompanied us until fourth grade, I remembered that family work issues had taken her to change schools
How long... - I said reflectively -
But look how you've changed!
Yes... - she said -
I'm old...
No! - I cut her off - You look stunning! all a woman! and you're keeping up so well! I can't believe we're both class of '60! I'm an old man next to you!
59 - she responded -
I'm from '59, a little older.
For some reason my heart started galloping, that memory. Childhood became very vivid in the blink of an eye, both of us looked at each other, both of us laughed, we remembered that first kiss, she brought up the topic, I hadn't forgotten it... What was it to your life? - she asked... Nothing special, - I replied - you see me here, in my life as a ferreter, I'm married, my wife is retired, I have two beautiful sons, two daughters-in-law and a grandson! And what about you?... No... I didn't have that much luck... I got married, divorced, remarried the same one! Can you believe it? And then I became a widow, remarried and shortly after divorced again, and now I've been living alone for ten years, enough of men! Ha ha! Better alone than badly accompanied... Kids? Did you have kids? - I asked... No... At some point in my life I would find out that I was sterile... Sorry... I didn't mean to... It's okay! Don't worry about it, it's already assumed history...
We spoke for a bit more, she told me that osteoporosis was bringing her down, I really noticed she limped a little due to a worn-out hip, she told me she had never forgotten about me and that she had never thought we'd reunite in this way, she looked at her watch, she had to keep working, everything was fine, there wouldn't be an inspection, only left me one of those personal cards before leaving, suggesting I call her so we could talk more calmly. I saw her walk away and felt that macho impulse when seeing her generous butt invaded again by the sun's rays.
I played around with the card between my fingers and put it in one of the desk drawers at the local. When I got home, I told my wife about what happened, as you'll see, we don't have secrets, besides, Brenda could be jealous of a twenty-year-old, young, beautiful, but never of someone who had passed sixty.
She listened to my story with great attention, then we turned the page and continued on with other daily topics. Days went by, that card kept being stored in the desk drawer, and the idea of calling her kept circling in my head, even though I tried to forget it, every time I opened that drawer for whatever reason, that card was the first thing my eyes saw. I knew it was a temptation, Marcela was spectacular, too much for a man of my age.
I had to cut it off, so I just broke the card and threw it away in the trash. It had been almost a month, Marcela's image was fading from my memory and starting to file away in the drawer of memories, when she appeared again at the business, this time with a pollera and saquito set in gray tones with large squares, a white shirt, she looked very elegant, by the way, her forms were conserving too well for a woman over sixty, and I was ashamed of my image, the excessive belly I had gained over the years, baldness, graying hair, and even my modest dressing. The apparent visit was A supposed official inspection of the government that was about to take place was meant to warn me to have my papers in order, but in truth it was just an excuse for him to see me again, and we started talking, he asked why I hadn't called her, I just told him I had lost the card, one thing led to another and I don't know how I accepted a visit to his house, alone with him, and he didn't care that I was a married man, and at that moment I didn't have any objections to thinking about Brenda.
Brenda would think it was just a night out with friends at the club where she used to go to play cards and have a few drinks until late at night, it was part of my routine and she wouldn't suspect anything, even though I told her that the guys would cover for me if necessary.
And then I left like a fool who didn't know what he would find on the other side of that date, I was out of touch, out of game and nothing, Marcela would be a box of surprises.
She was radiant as always, with her perfect hair and that mischievous look in her small blue eyes, all a lady.
I warned her about Brenda, the hours and all those logical things, she took my hand and led me to the table, she had prepared chicken with potatoes and while serving it I uncorked the fine red wine I had bought for the occasion.
It was a crazy and fun dinner, between memories of our shared childhood in school and getting to know each other's lives that fate had dealt us and we played that dangerous game of seduction, that one that isn't said but is breathed in the air.
At some point Marcela asked if I remembered that first kiss.
I told her - I don't remember it, we were on recess, I had always liked you, I surprised you, from behind, you turned around and without thinking just pressed my lips against yours, and waited for your response not knowing what you would do, and you didn't do anything, you stepped back, looked like you savored it, turned around and ran away as if you had seen a ghost. She gave me so much shame, and we never spoke of the topic again - she said - you never knew what I thought...
Marcela left her seat and came over me, sat on my legs, like riding me, face-to-face and said...
Life is too crazy, I never thought I'd see you again, we separated very young, and I'm telling you now, that first kiss was too special for me...
She then kissed me with passion, with madness, and I felt alive, extremely alive...
She invited me to her bedroom, I followed her, on a lit table there were no less than five toys shaped like cocks, in all colors and sizes, without covers she said with a marked smile on her lips...
Meet my lovers, you don't know how hard it is for a woman of my age to live alone.
I advanced, kissed her, we fell onto her bed, we got tangled up in caresses and sins, little by little our clothes were falling off and I enjoyed Marcela like one enjoys an old wine, with patience, with the palate, her aroma, her flavor...
The passion of that woman contrasted with the routine of my companion on the way, making it impossible not to compare with Brenda and I was just playing the game.
Between kisses she started caressing me through my clothes, caressing my balls and rubbing my glans, it was very hot, I kissed her generous breasts, sucking her nipples with my sharp tongue, my restless fingers went to her pussy and it was striking that she was completely shaved, like a twenty-year-old, contrasting with the usual bushy forest Brenda offered me day after day.
Marcela was very flirtatious and it showed in every detail of her skin...
She slid away and came between my legs, started licking my balls, then went to the base of my cock, then to the tip, using her lips, tongue, hands, it was very tasty, different, original, I loved it and would have wanted her to stay there for all eternity.
She showed herself obsessed and knew how to touch each sensitive point of... male sexuality. I pulled her away by force, dragged her to my side almost pulling her, kissed her deeply and her kisses tasted exquisite due to the flavor of cock she had, it was my flavor and that drove me crazy. She took a lubricant and started rubbing it on my cock, obviously because of her age her pussy needed help, and I only let her do so, it was very sexy the way she did it. She got down on all fours and I went behind her, pushed it in deep and held onto her with desire, her body was too perfect for over sixty, it felt tasty and Marcela moaned with each thrust I gave her, and more and more, she kept telling me not to stop, to keep going, harder and harder, that's when my age played a bad trick on me. My voluminous abdomen prevented me from seeing every detail I desired to see, my excess weight took its toll, I started to ache and my battered and cursed right knee began to hurt, what the hell, I lost concentration and felt like I was losing my erection, and as a man, nothing is more humiliating than not being able to satisfy that woman in a dreamed encounter. I collapsed onto my side, exhausted, looking at the ceiling. I'm sorry... - I said with much pain - Don't worry about it, it's okay, it's age, you know? My clitoris doesn't work either... - she replied in a complicit manner - Then she sat on my face so that she could be licked for a while, the lubricant had a menthol flavor, her lips were soft, and Marcela was a hot woman, I sucked her with great enthusiasm, very tasty, taking her breasts from below, caressing them, soft, incredible perfect, we entered an ascending spiral and I felt myself hardening slowly, more so when she took one of the toys on the lamp table and started sucking it in large oral penetrations that only had the effect of making me warm up again. She got down again, it was comic and humiliating for me, she seemed like a gazelle and I a hippopotamus, Marcela went back to lubricating my cock and put it all in her pussy, started riding me very tasty, fast, and I felt very sweet her cave, filled my hands with her buttocks, with her waist, filled my mouth with her breasts, with her nipples, filled my sight with her face, with her features flooded with pleasure.
My restless fingers went to her bum, and her lubricated sphincter yielded easily to my pressure, she took the toy, gave it to me and said
I want you to play in the little door...
It was very yummy the proposal, without stopping to hold her, I supported that silicone glans in her sphincter, in a very crazy game, and pressed a bit, and a bit more, and felt the natural resistance and sliding on the lubricant. But it started to yield and she seemed to be claiming
Enough, enough, it's fine there, it hurts a little...
But her words didn't sound convincing, those words that are by compromise and don't express feelings, and I pushed another bit and another bit, and noticed with my fingers how slowly her sphincter was dilating, until it yielded and allowed the toy to almost fill up
She shuddered, her body told me, her face told me, and only kept riding me and I playing behind in a simulated double penetration, very but very pleasant indeed
She urged me on, to keep going, between moans and dirty words, I felt myself coming and only then, I ejaculated everything inside her
Marcela fell to one side, curling up against my chest, stroking my belly and left it alone, meditating on what had happened.
It was late, at the limit of suspicion for returning home, I changed in silence, washed my face, combed my hair, made sure there were no evidence on me that would complicate things, no makeup on my clothes, no sweet perfumes, no red hair that would give me away, she looked at me in silence, had put on a black transparent nightgown very sexy, had lit a cigarette and felt everything very melancholic, I knew it was enough, I couldn't even imagine an adventure with her, I couldn't do this to Brenda and knew she was aware of the situation, she was a mature, intelligent woman...
Your wife is very lucky - he said while extinguishing the cigar in the ashtray - and they must be very happy, I understand...
It was a sad goodbye, both of us knew it would be definitive, before leaving, under the doorframe she stretched up on tiptoes and kissed me deeply, looked at me with her eyes and said
What a crazy one! The first man to kiss my lips, surely he will be the last
A tear rolled down her cheek, I wiped it away with my finger, gave her a final smile and while closing the door, she called out
Fly, fly dove, there's a woman in love waiting for you.
I didn't know anything more about her, she didn't come to the business and neither did I go to her house, Brenda remains unaware of everything, still in her world, in her cold, in her ice, sometimes when I look at her eyes I see Marcela's crystalline eyes in her, and I relive my beautiful sin in silence.
Woman, if you've made it this far remember this story, never take a love for granted, never neglect it, you can lose it in the blink of an eye
If you liked this story you can write me with title 'THE FIRST KISS' at dulces.placeres@live.com
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EL PRIMER BESO
Si sos mujer, si tenes más de cincuenta, si tenes una pareja estable de muchos años de convivencia, si son muy felices y crees que todo en tu mundo es perfecto, pues bien, te dejo mi historia, tal vez pueda abrirte los ojos.
Brenda es mi esposa, nos conocimos muy jóvenes, caminamos por la vida tomados de la mano, llegaron nuestros bebes, se hicieron niños, se hicieron hombres, los vimos partir con sus nuevos amores. Volvimos a la mutua soledad de esos días de noviazgo, tiempos de reinventarnos, de redescubrirnos como personas, como amantes.
Y nuestro amor está por sobre todo, lo más importante y honestamente, no sé qué haría yo si ella me faltara, ella es mi razón de vivir.
Más de treinta años de convivencia, superamos conflictos, crecimos con proyectos, tuvimos dificultades, vivimos felices, creo que Brenda y yo llegamos al punto de ser solo uno en cuerpo y mente, a conocernos demasiado, tal vez demasiado.
El tiempo había pasado, las cosas habían cambiado, ya no éramos los chiquillos rebeldes de otras épocas, perdí bastantes cabellos y los pocos que me quedan se han vuelto plateados, uso anteojos en forma permanente y estoy siempre peleando con mis problemas cardíacos y mi sobrepeso, Brenda, como toda mujer oculta el paso del tiempo con la tintura de sus cabellos, pero las arrugas de su rostro dicen demasiado de ella, también tiene sus cosas, como una lucha desenfrenada contra una incipiente diabetes que amenaza en transformase en un problema.
Para mi ella es hermosa como es, siempre será la más bonita en todo lo mundo, por más que pasen los años, y siempre voy a necesitar de su complicidad para que las cosas funcionen.
Y en este punto es justamente donde las cosas poco a poco fueron cambiando en nuestra relación, habían pasado eso días de juventud donde la palabra sexo era tan importante como respirar, porque Brenda y yo en la cama éramos dinamita pura.
Pero cuando pasó la barrera de los cincuenta años el fuego que ella tenía entre las piernas se fue apagando, poco a poco, estaba en el fin de sus días fértiles y con eso llegaron muchos cambios, demasiados. Brenda dejó de disfrutar de los juegos de seducción, ya no le parecieron atractivos, un poco por la edad, otro poco por asumir que yo solo tendría ojos para ella, era lógico que, si no le había sido infiel en mis mejores años, no lo haría ahora, ya viejos y gastados.
Yo soy hombre, siempre esperaré su cuota de seducción, de sentirme deseado, y aunque no lo quisiera su hielo poco a poco empezó a invadirme, cada noche iba a la cama con la idea de hacerle el amor, pero ella prefería leer un libro, o chatear con su celular, yo solo me acurrucaba a su lado hasta que el sueño me vencía, esperando que tal vez la noche siguiente tendría mejor suerte.
It's sad to say it, we've talked about it many times, but things never changed, I stopped enjoying making love with my wife because I started feeling like she only did it occasionally to please me, to give me pleasure, because she would have preferred just sleeping, and that wasn't my idea of making love, no, I enjoyed when she enjoyed. We transformed without wanting into life partners, bed partners, in love until the end of our days, but in a love almost devoid of sex, perhaps it was like that, perhaps it was normal, perhaps the wrong one was me, perhaps...
Brenda had retired from her days as an elementary school teacher, filling her time at home with private tutoring for small children, and I spent my days locked up in the hardware store.
Each day was more of the same, without many novelties, without much to tell.
That morning, she entered the business, took a few detours in silence, looking around here and there, a woman who seemed younger than me, with white skin, abundant hair, cut at her neck, clear blonde almost white, falling to one side, clear eyes, of medium stature, heavy build, I calculated at least 70 kilos, wide and marked hips.
She was well-dressed, in a fitted shirt with a marked neckline and a black vest, very fine, with pants in the same tone, wide and loose on her legs and slightly fitted around her butt. I couldn't help but notice that when she gave me the light of the sun entering through the door, it showed too much, to the point where I could see clearly her buttocks and a tiny ass that disappeared into her intimacy. I also saw some boots with a medium heel that looked unkempt, surely contaminated by the dirt on the sidewalk.
She had large earrings, her hands full of rings, heavy makeup, and a sweet perfume that had invaded the store.
I was staring like an idiot, remembered my wife, and felt a lot of frustration in that moment the image of bold woman that she was selling was everything I would have wanted Brenda to sell, but no, that was impossible, Brenda thought everything was fine just as it was.
Good day, can I help you? - I said curtly -
She had folders in her hand, then pulled out an identification and I found out she was from the provincial tax department and was doing random audits.
She asked for the local's identification, while pulling out a lengthy printed form to complete, opened the birome and looking at the paper said aloud while completing
Date...
Address...
Name of the local...
Your name and surname? - she asked -
Adolfo, Adolfo Pereyra... - I responded calmly -
Adolfo Pereyra? had a classmate in primary school with that name... - she meditated and raised her gaze -
Did you study at 'Sacred Heart'? by chance? - she asked -
Yes... but... we were classmates? I don't remember... - I said confused -
Then she laughed and put aside the legal part for which she had entered the business, shook her head and said
Marcela Montalván, don't you remember me?
Devil's, almost fainted, Marcela Montalván! but no, it couldn't be true...
Marcela had been my first and innocent love, whom I stole a first kiss from in recess, just a lip touch, innocent, pure, curious, she had been my seatmate and my image was of a thin girl with black hair and clear, mischievous eyes, that surprise....
Marcela had accompanied us until fourth grade, I remembered that family work issues had taken her to change schools
How long... - I said reflectively -
But look how you've changed!
Yes... - she said -
I'm old...
No! - I cut her off - You look stunning! all a woman! and you're keeping up so well! I can't believe we're both class of '60! I'm an old man next to you!
59 - she responded -
I'm from '59, a little older.
For some reason my heart started galloping, that memory. Childhood became very vivid in the blink of an eye, both of us looked at each other, both of us laughed, we remembered that first kiss, she brought up the topic, I hadn't forgotten it... What was it to your life? - she asked... Nothing special, - I replied - you see me here, in my life as a ferreter, I'm married, my wife is retired, I have two beautiful sons, two daughters-in-law and a grandson! And what about you?... No... I didn't have that much luck... I got married, divorced, remarried the same one! Can you believe it? And then I became a widow, remarried and shortly after divorced again, and now I've been living alone for ten years, enough of men! Ha ha! Better alone than badly accompanied... Kids? Did you have kids? - I asked... No... At some point in my life I would find out that I was sterile... Sorry... I didn't mean to... It's okay! Don't worry about it, it's already assumed history...
We spoke for a bit more, she told me that osteoporosis was bringing her down, I really noticed she limped a little due to a worn-out hip, she told me she had never forgotten about me and that she had never thought we'd reunite in this way, she looked at her watch, she had to keep working, everything was fine, there wouldn't be an inspection, only left me one of those personal cards before leaving, suggesting I call her so we could talk more calmly. I saw her walk away and felt that macho impulse when seeing her generous butt invaded again by the sun's rays.I played around with the card between my fingers and put it in one of the desk drawers at the local. When I got home, I told my wife about what happened, as you'll see, we don't have secrets, besides, Brenda could be jealous of a twenty-year-old, young, beautiful, but never of someone who had passed sixty.
She listened to my story with great attention, then we turned the page and continued on with other daily topics. Days went by, that card kept being stored in the desk drawer, and the idea of calling her kept circling in my head, even though I tried to forget it, every time I opened that drawer for whatever reason, that card was the first thing my eyes saw. I knew it was a temptation, Marcela was spectacular, too much for a man of my age.
I had to cut it off, so I just broke the card and threw it away in the trash. It had been almost a month, Marcela's image was fading from my memory and starting to file away in the drawer of memories, when she appeared again at the business, this time with a pollera and saquito set in gray tones with large squares, a white shirt, she looked very elegant, by the way, her forms were conserving too well for a woman over sixty, and I was ashamed of my image, the excessive belly I had gained over the years, baldness, graying hair, and even my modest dressing. The apparent visit was A supposed official inspection of the government that was about to take place was meant to warn me to have my papers in order, but in truth it was just an excuse for him to see me again, and we started talking, he asked why I hadn't called her, I just told him I had lost the card, one thing led to another and I don't know how I accepted a visit to his house, alone with him, and he didn't care that I was a married man, and at that moment I didn't have any objections to thinking about Brenda.
Brenda would think it was just a night out with friends at the club where she used to go to play cards and have a few drinks until late at night, it was part of my routine and she wouldn't suspect anything, even though I told her that the guys would cover for me if necessary.
And then I left like a fool who didn't know what he would find on the other side of that date, I was out of touch, out of game and nothing, Marcela would be a box of surprises.
She was radiant as always, with her perfect hair and that mischievous look in her small blue eyes, all a lady.
I warned her about Brenda, the hours and all those logical things, she took my hand and led me to the table, she had prepared chicken with potatoes and while serving it I uncorked the fine red wine I had bought for the occasion.
It was a crazy and fun dinner, between memories of our shared childhood in school and getting to know each other's lives that fate had dealt us and we played that dangerous game of seduction, that one that isn't said but is breathed in the air.
At some point Marcela asked if I remembered that first kiss.
I told her - I don't remember it, we were on recess, I had always liked you, I surprised you, from behind, you turned around and without thinking just pressed my lips against yours, and waited for your response not knowing what you would do, and you didn't do anything, you stepped back, looked like you savored it, turned around and ran away as if you had seen a ghost. She gave me so much shame, and we never spoke of the topic again - she said - you never knew what I thought...
Marcela left her seat and came over me, sat on my legs, like riding me, face-to-face and said...
Life is too crazy, I never thought I'd see you again, we separated very young, and I'm telling you now, that first kiss was too special for me...
She then kissed me with passion, with madness, and I felt alive, extremely alive...
She invited me to her bedroom, I followed her, on a lit table there were no less than five toys shaped like cocks, in all colors and sizes, without covers she said with a marked smile on her lips...
Meet my lovers, you don't know how hard it is for a woman of my age to live alone.
I advanced, kissed her, we fell onto her bed, we got tangled up in caresses and sins, little by little our clothes were falling off and I enjoyed Marcela like one enjoys an old wine, with patience, with the palate, her aroma, her flavor...
The passion of that woman contrasted with the routine of my companion on the way, making it impossible not to compare with Brenda and I was just playing the game.
Between kisses she started caressing me through my clothes, caressing my balls and rubbing my glans, it was very hot, I kissed her generous breasts, sucking her nipples with my sharp tongue, my restless fingers went to her pussy and it was striking that she was completely shaved, like a twenty-year-old, contrasting with the usual bushy forest Brenda offered me day after day.
Marcela was very flirtatious and it showed in every detail of her skin...
She slid away and came between my legs, started licking my balls, then went to the base of my cock, then to the tip, using her lips, tongue, hands, it was very tasty, different, original, I loved it and would have wanted her to stay there for all eternity.
She showed herself obsessed and knew how to touch each sensitive point of... male sexuality. I pulled her away by force, dragged her to my side almost pulling her, kissed her deeply and her kisses tasted exquisite due to the flavor of cock she had, it was my flavor and that drove me crazy. She took a lubricant and started rubbing it on my cock, obviously because of her age her pussy needed help, and I only let her do so, it was very sexy the way she did it. She got down on all fours and I went behind her, pushed it in deep and held onto her with desire, her body was too perfect for over sixty, it felt tasty and Marcela moaned with each thrust I gave her, and more and more, she kept telling me not to stop, to keep going, harder and harder, that's when my age played a bad trick on me. My voluminous abdomen prevented me from seeing every detail I desired to see, my excess weight took its toll, I started to ache and my battered and cursed right knee began to hurt, what the hell, I lost concentration and felt like I was losing my erection, and as a man, nothing is more humiliating than not being able to satisfy that woman in a dreamed encounter. I collapsed onto my side, exhausted, looking at the ceiling. I'm sorry... - I said with much pain - Don't worry about it, it's okay, it's age, you know? My clitoris doesn't work either... - she replied in a complicit manner - Then she sat on my face so that she could be licked for a while, the lubricant had a menthol flavor, her lips were soft, and Marcela was a hot woman, I sucked her with great enthusiasm, very tasty, taking her breasts from below, caressing them, soft, incredible perfect, we entered an ascending spiral and I felt myself hardening slowly, more so when she took one of the toys on the lamp table and started sucking it in large oral penetrations that only had the effect of making me warm up again. She got down again, it was comic and humiliating for me, she seemed like a gazelle and I a hippopotamus, Marcela went back to lubricating my cock and put it all in her pussy, started riding me very tasty, fast, and I felt very sweet her cave, filled my hands with her buttocks, with her waist, filled my mouth with her breasts, with her nipples, filled my sight with her face, with her features flooded with pleasure.
My restless fingers went to her bum, and her lubricated sphincter yielded easily to my pressure, she took the toy, gave it to me and said
I want you to play in the little door...
It was very yummy the proposal, without stopping to hold her, I supported that silicone glans in her sphincter, in a very crazy game, and pressed a bit, and a bit more, and felt the natural resistance and sliding on the lubricant. But it started to yield and she seemed to be claiming
Enough, enough, it's fine there, it hurts a little...
But her words didn't sound convincing, those words that are by compromise and don't express feelings, and I pushed another bit and another bit, and noticed with my fingers how slowly her sphincter was dilating, until it yielded and allowed the toy to almost fill up
She shuddered, her body told me, her face told me, and only kept riding me and I playing behind in a simulated double penetration, very but very pleasant indeed
She urged me on, to keep going, between moans and dirty words, I felt myself coming and only then, I ejaculated everything inside her
Marcela fell to one side, curling up against my chest, stroking my belly and left it alone, meditating on what had happened.
It was late, at the limit of suspicion for returning home, I changed in silence, washed my face, combed my hair, made sure there were no evidence on me that would complicate things, no makeup on my clothes, no sweet perfumes, no red hair that would give me away, she looked at me in silence, had put on a black transparent nightgown very sexy, had lit a cigarette and felt everything very melancholic, I knew it was enough, I couldn't even imagine an adventure with her, I couldn't do this to Brenda and knew she was aware of the situation, she was a mature, intelligent woman...
Your wife is very lucky - he said while extinguishing the cigar in the ashtray - and they must be very happy, I understand...
It was a sad goodbye, both of us knew it would be definitive, before leaving, under the doorframe she stretched up on tiptoes and kissed me deeply, looked at me with her eyes and said
What a crazy one! The first man to kiss my lips, surely he will be the last
A tear rolled down her cheek, I wiped it away with my finger, gave her a final smile and while closing the door, she called out
Fly, fly dove, there's a woman in love waiting for you.
I didn't know anything more about her, she didn't come to the business and neither did I go to her house, Brenda remains unaware of everything, still in her world, in her cold, in her ice, sometimes when I look at her eyes I see Marcela's crystalline eyes in her, and I relive my beautiful sin in silence.
Woman, if you've made it this far remember this story, never take a love for granted, never neglect it, you can lose it in the blink of an eye
If you liked this story you can write me with title 'THE FIRST KISS' at dulces.placeres@live.com
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