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Compendium IIIWe agreed to meet at a fine restaurant without needing to share phone numbers, since she had confidence that I was a man of my word. What wasn't accounted for was that I would wear something so attention-grabbing. To start with, I wore a tight mini dress with green sequins that stood out under the local lights. The dress itself, adorned with flashy ornaments, pronounced cuts and a skirt to mid-thigh, contrasted quite a bit with my classic suit and tie, literally calling attention like a police beacon, before the gazes of repulsion from the rest of the diners.
As I would discover that afternoon, the most secure thing Brigitte believed was that this set would make her look elegant and attractive, but completely inappropriate for the occasion, noticeably contrasting with the refined atmosphere of the restaurant.The elegant restaurant exuded sophistication, with large walnut tables adorned with fine finishes and upholstered chairs. The floor, carpeted with rich textiles, absorbed the sound of footsteps, giving serenity to the environment. The walls were decorated with intricate ornaments and good-taste paintings, which provided a greater potential for romantic and memorable evenings. Above, crystal lamps projected a soft and warm glow, illuminating the dining room with an additional touch of opulence. In summary, it was the ideal place for a romantic date, only to be ruined by Brigitte and her lack of decorum.
The date started with the Maître guiding us to our table in the luxurious restaurant. Brigitte, with her striking green eyes, seemed enamored with the distinguished atmosphere, but all promise of a wonderful encounter quickly vanished. Once seated, she carelessly left her mobile phone on the table, much more attentive to notifications than sharing our company.
Without considering my preferences, Brigitte ordered an extravagant seafood platter for three people, accompanied by a expensive old wine, without noticing that I don't like seafood or drink alcohol. For my part, I opted for a simple roast beef with mashed potatoes and cauliflower, accompanied by a refreshing pineapple juice.Our conversation lacked depth and interest. Brigitte managed to last 2 years as married, since her ex didn't seem to recognize her dedication and abnegated commitment towards the gym, being occasionally interrupted by the buzzing of the phone, which responded without apologizing.
Subsequently, she exposed her complaints about subsequent couples, citing them as insecure men lacking understanding towards her passion for fitness and the gym that, while satisfying her physically moderately, lacked spiritual depth, reason why inexplicably, she found herself going out with the same type of men again and again.
However, she confessed to feeling a different attraction towards me, since I perceived me as a financially stable and responsible person, evidenced by my attire and behavior.
On the other hand, she had realized that for me, it was completely indifferent that a large number of her friends were males, a topic that has been the major conflict in her relationships, since the time she was married.
Taking hold of my hand, he confessed that he saw potential in our relationship and hinted at his desire to establish a much deeper connection, shamelessly showing his monetary interest, lack of manners, and refinement.Fortunately, before I had to give him an answer, our orders arrived, and Brigitte's lack of delicacy became more evident. The way she devoured the shellfish seemed like that of a Viking raiding a banquet, lacking any hint of sophistication: She took 2 mussels and squeezed them as if they were nuts or castanets, compressing them to break their shells, then slurping loudly their contents. With the lobster, something similar happened, sucking its filling as if it were a juice straw.
However, in a gesture that I still don't fully understand, she pitied me and offered for me to imitate her by trying the lobster, a gesture I refused both disgusted by the spectacle and my aversion to seafood, an opportunity she didn't waste to call me a strange person.
After a 30-minute uncomfortable silence, interrupted by sounds of slurping, crackling, guttural and unattractive noises, I asked for the bill, with her anxiously requesting a package to take away the rest of her food and wine bottle.
Despite everything, I was still hot, especially remembering Cassidy, so I was eager to take Brigitte home. However, what I didn't take into account is that the food had heated up Brigitte quite a bit, to the point where, crossing outside a service alley, she pulled me towards it and, as if she were a real street woman, got down on her knees and unbuckled my pants.· I knew you were different! - she commented, looking at me delighted, as she released what was hanging heavy in her hands.
And without any reserve, she shoved it into my mouth very enthusiastically. Although, at first, I was annoyed by her attire because it didn't match the restaurant's style, in those moments I was quite grateful, since she had uncovered her breasts with relative ease.
The subject held my head, enjoying how her dedicated mouth took care of tasting my swollen virile member, skillfully moving her thin tongue along the sides of my congested penis.Very anxious, without any hint of disgust, she sucked my glans with her seductive and thick lips, drinking in my ejaculation completely enchanted. Despite the remnants of my semen hanging from her lips and that she had eaten generously at the restaurant, her gaze and seductive smile suggested that this was just a snack and that the main course would be found at her home.
Entering her house was like entering after a hurricane. To start with, the small living room greeted us cluttered with clothes scattered all over the floor, proof of her disorganized nature. In one corner there was a worn-out brown leather sofa adorned with wrinkled clothing and magazines, while a coffee table struggled to stand out above the disorder of papers and clothing. A flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, partially covered by a strapless white blouse, offered a moderate glimpse of normalcy in the midst of that chaos.
The kitchen had elegant countertops, which were spoiled by spills and food stains, proof of abandonment in its care. Pots, pans, plates, and cups lay unwashed in the sink, next to a collection of utensils covered with dry food residue, bringing a malodorous and greasy atmosphere. The stoves, which once were clean, now showed the scars of countless culinary mishaps, with their surfaces stained erratically with oil and grease.
Only the bathroom seemed slightly clean above the general disorder. A glass shower cabin, whose windows naturally isolated the intimacy within; a sink stained with toothpaste residue, creams, and other substances; and a toilet whose cleanliness was left to be desired. speculation, it seemed to be the only sector where revealing signs of occasional negligence were moderately manageable. But clearly, it was perceivable in the atmosphere that the action occurred mainly in the bedroom. A matrimonial bed dominated the room, with its wrinkled sheets and blankets on the floor, with questionable stains of unknown origin. A myriad of women's clothing (and even some men's) adorned all available surfaces, to the point where you couldn't take a safe step without disturbing some type of garment, ranging from bras and lingerie to large T-shirts and at least 2 pairs of male boxers, with dubious stains and forgotten accessories. The bed was flanked by a dresser and nightstands, where empty condom packages, half-empty water and alcohol bottles, and discarded makeup and cleaning products occupied the spaces. For me, it was an interesting experience: for the first time, I wanted to sleep with a woman, fantasizing about being with another one, without either of them being my wife. The irony is that she might have argued that she was a girlfriend focused on physical fitness, but waiting for me in her bedroom with a condom in hand blew that argument out of the water.
Brigitte was hot. She grabbed my package the moment we entered the house, pushing me into the bedroom and despite her undressing me as we advanced towards the bedroom, the truth is that I was so disgusted with the atmosphere that I didn't dare take off my clothes.Everything changed when we arrived at the room in question: although I was surrounded by a quantity of disordered clothing that left no doubt that both her husband and other partners were right and that Brigitte, indeed, was a man-eater, where the musty and faint aroma of sex evidenced it, on the other hand, it resulted extremely exciting to me, given that the same volume of careless clothing that could be seen on either side had probably been worn by her at some point, making her seem like an insatiable woman and a beast in bed, so I made a small space next to the dresser and left my clothes one by one on the surface provided by my pair of shoes.
By the time I finished undressing, she not only was lying naked, but was openly masturbating while watching me undress.
The movement of her restless legs and constant rubbing over her swollen and moist clitoris, while she was eagerly waiting for me had me hard as a bull.Once I put on the condom, I aimed at her lubricated and slippery vagina, whose penetration proved to be as easy as cutting butter with a knife. However, when I managed to insert almost a third of my glans, the advance slowed down slightly, to the point that Brigitte puffed out in pleasure.
I remember her gelatinous breasts swaying, reminding me of egg whites. When I pressed them, they were much softer than Marisol's wonderful breasts, but with the same spongiiness as my mother-in-law's breasts.
Even I got a little more hardened, thinking if my mother-in-law had the same number of lovers as Brigitte or if it was due to the years. But what didn't leave me in doubt is that Brigitte liked my size. She would narrow her eyes and moan, which for me was a kind of relief, since I didn't want to kiss her. However, I did the same thing too, because after all, I had left hot for Cassidy. I imagined her in bed, being penetrated by me in the same way. Her narrowed eyes while she licked and kissed my neck, making her moan deliciously.She kissed me frugally, imagining I would have had several mediocre boyfriends, but nothing comparable to me. At times, the illusion broke, because Brigitte's breath was different from what I imagined and made me realize I was with a mature woman.Her breasts, on the other hand, hung differently and were not as smooth as those of women her age, but rather more pliable like marshmallows.
However, it was her legs that reinforced the illusion. Brigitte's thighs loomed over mine in the same way Cassidy should mount a horse, making me want to ride her even more. Her round and fibrous ass was phenomenal, feeling even larger than what appeared between the screens.
But I was at such a high level of heat for Cassidy that despite Brigitte also complaining, I imagined her intense moans in her Texan accent.
I imagined a warm bedroom, lit by a discreet yellow glow, with adobe walls and paint. We were on a bed similar to those I shared with Hannah during the shift, lying one on top of the other, satisfying her as she desired.
§ Ah, sweetheart! Ah, sweetheart! Yes! Keep going that way! Keep going that way! Ahh! Ahhh! Fill my cup, heart! Ahhh! Ahhh! You got it! You got it! Yes! Yes! Come on, little bear! Come on, champion! Make me come! Make me come! Tame your women! Tame your women, my stallion! Ahh! Ahh! Come on, little sky! Mark me with your iron! Like that! Like that! Burn me with your burning iron! That's it! That's it! Make me yours, sunbeam! Fill your women! Fill her up with everything you can give! Agghhh!
And I came with all of it. I felt like my ribs were contracting until I came, although it was Brigitte's arms that wrapped around my waist.
Imagine my surprise when I saw myself embracing her next to her in the same dirty bedroom, our bodies intertwined and sweaty.
· Oh my God, Marco! What happened to you? I was talking and talking and it seemed like you weren't listening! - asked Brigitte, still upset and panting.
-I... apologize? - I replied, apologizing and still feeling how I continued to ejaculate in the condom.
Brigitte laughed and let out a sigh.· Do you feel it? Do you feel it? Mark, if I had known you were coming like that, we would have done it before! – she commented, looking at me delighted, caressing my lower lip. – I knew you were good... I didn't imagine you were the best.
And saying that, we started kissing. This time, yes, I was kissing Brigitte, who also enjoyed that my manhood didn't dissipate instantly after ejaculation.
It was slower, softer and more succulent. If before I felt disgust or repulsion at the thought of kissing her, it wasn't the case in those moments. I can't say I made love to her because in reality, I didn't feel that either.By the time we finished, it was 10 pm. But unlike other times, I still wanted more.
When I took my condom off her, it reminded me of a tea bag, although I was surprised by the amount of semen. Brigitte, on the other hand, was all sweaty and disheveled, despite us not being dressed warmly.
With some pride, I left it in the ashtray after kicking over a couple of bottles of booze onto the floor. Then I turned back to her and gave her a firm slap on the butt.
- I suppose you're no longer a virgin from behind.· Want more? – she asked delightedly, smiling widely. But as I say, I saw Brigitte more like a sex doll than a lover. Without much introduction, I turned her over, put her ass on pump and started putting it in.
In fact, it didn't cost much to slide my glans through her anus and I started giving her fluid quickly. Putting her on all fours, it didn't take long for me to close my eyes and in my mind, once again I started fantasizing that I was with Cassidy.§Oh, darling! Oh, darling! More forceful! More forceful! Agghh! Augh! Tame my ass! Dominate it! Yes! Yes! Deep, little squash! With strength, stallion! Come on, sweetness! Come on, heart! Fill me with cum! Come at me with everything! Make me your woman! Agghhh! Agghhh! Ahhhh!
And once again, I found myself lying on Brigitte's body, still ejaculating uncontrollably.· Oh God, Marco! I had never come like that before! And you're still so hard! From that moment on, we spent the morning hours. After resting for a few minutes, I gave it to him again in the ass, this time enjoying doing it with Brigitte.
Later, I put on another condom and forced her to ride me, squeezing her breasts. Around 5, I was on top of her, burying her mercilessly on the bed and by 7, we were both exhausted.We slept for 3 hours and by 10, I was already giving it to him again in the ass. Near noon, we went to the shower, where we did it like dogs, I gave it to him in the ass again and rode his sex the way Marisol likes.In the bathroom, we did it again once more, with her riding me exquisitely and by 5, the two of us were famished, so we ordered Chinese food and did it again after dinner.Obviously, we had breaks to go to the bathroom and take water, but honestly, I don't remember them.
It was almost 7 pm. It was dark and I started gathering my things.· Wow, Marco! You and I should have started sooner! You were incredible!
- Thanks! - I replied briefly and somewhat tired.· Do you have time on Wednesday or Thursday? I'll be meeting with a couple of guys on Monday and Tuesday. You know what I mean. The arrangements I made beforehand. But on Wednesday, I'll have the night free, or if you want, also on Thursday. God! It would be great if you could both days in a row. I could get to know your place… and don't know… you could take me shopping for clothes.
And that's what gave me the dissonant note. Certainly, Brigitte is attractive and insatiable in bed. But more than just one night's ejaculations, she didn't give me more.
For her, I was just another number among countless statistics, just like she was for mine. However, at those moments, I found myself missing my wife even more.
Although I don't deny that my wife is a sexy and excellent woman in bed, it's just one of her facets. With Marisol, for example, I feel like sitting in the living room and hugging her while watching TV. Or when she has cravings to eat ice cream and both she and my daughters look at me with bright eyes waiting for me to spoil them.With Brigitte, everything would have to do with sex and money, and it would get boring soon.
Anyway, I never went back to that gym again: my membership expired at the end of January, so it was two weeks later.
Luckily, having paid in advance online and in cash, giving up my cell phone number was optional at that time. Plus, the archived address wasn't still valid since it belonged to the apartment next door to Sarah's. That's why I thought it would be the perfect escape plan, ensuring Brigitte couldn't track me down again.
Interestingly, during our last summer vacation with Brenda and Matt, she mentioned a peculiar event. Apparently, a woman appeared in the lobby of our old apartment building, causing a scene. According to what the concierge told her, the woman had demanded to speak with me and tried to force her way in, so he had to intervene and remove her.
While Marisol was staring at me in amazement, a nasty shiver ran down my spine, making me consider the possibility that it might have been Brigitte...
But after the chaotic encounter with Brigitte, the real entertainment would start the following week. Little could I imagine that my most precious memories of that unexpected experience would come from the inexplicable loss of a small radioactive device the size of a coin, lost on the road. Who would have thought?
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