Today I'm going to tell you about my first encounter with a veteran and which awakened my interest in that age range.
This story happened 9 years ago and I remember it as if it had happened yesterday.
Her name was Susana and I had met her by chance at a bar. That day I was killing time until my ex-girlfriend left the orthodontist and I went to take a coffee at a nearby bar. I sat down at a table that gave onto the glass partition and in front of me was a 51-year-old woman who was crying while smoking her cigar. She caught my attention because it seemed like she saw me, but in reality, she had a lost look. I realized she was crying and out of curiosity, I got up to sit at her table and asked for permission; she was surprised but said yes.
I introduced myself, told her my name was Raúl, and that I approached because I noticed she was crying and maybe needed someone to talk to. She responded with a smile that she had just gotten divorced (she discovered her husband's infidelities many times and married him again) and felt terrible. We talked for a long time until it was time for me to leave; I told her it was nice chatting with her and hoped she would feel better soon. She thanked me for being attentive and said it had helped her unload, even though I was just a guy (I was 19 years old at the time). I told her that if she needed to talk to someone in the future, she should send me an SMS (it was the technology of the era, haha); she scheduled my number, we parted ways, and I left.
Two months later, on a summer night, one of those nights that burn in my beloved Tucumán, I got an SMS that said coffee therapy which left me disoriented because I didn't know who sent it and didn't understand the message. I replied who are you? and then she responded: Susana, the divorced woman from the coffee shop. Just then I remembered who she was and how bored I was at home and my girlfriend of that time was on vacation on the coast so I accepted the invitation.
She me He went to look for me at my house and we went all the way to a bar that's at the foot of Cerro San Javier (it's called km12, the bar) it had been so hot that we took our coffee to a cold Heineken.
There are already friends who haven't described her to me yet. Understand that the only time I had seen her until then was when I didn't notice anything more than a woman crying.When we got off at the bar, I realized Susana had a great back. She was a woman with a trigueña complexion, dyed to a clear chestnut color, 1.72 or 1.73 meters tall, slightly plump, normal-sized breasts, and very well-proportioned legs and butt for her age, which made her look even more attractive in those lying jeans!
That night, she was wearing a tight white T-shirt with an open neckline that showed off her bra, and we chatted for hours while drinking our second beer. She told me how her husband had mistreated her all her life but she forgave him because she didn't want their two kids (two cuties and a guy) to suffer from the separation. But she had finally had enough and put an end to it, saying she'd had a thousand chances to be unfaithful but always respected him because he was her only man.
She spent the whole night talking and getting all worked up until she asked me about my girlfriend and I told her I was already half-tired because I'd been with the same girl since I was 14, and of course there were other women who made me feel things. I felt nervous saying this but maybe the beer effect made my tongue more talkative. I said: For example, you really turn me on. She was surprised and asked what I meant.
I replied: That's it, what you heard. When we got off, all I did was look at your ass until you sat down, and since then I haven't stopped looking at your tits. She burst out laughing and said: You're a bold guy, look what you're saying to me! I could never be with someone my daughter's age.
I replied that age wasn't the least of it if she was willing and if I liked her we could have fun. She retorted that it wasn't about having fun, that she was a well-known and respected woman who couldn't expose herself but all the confidence I gave her and how I treated her had made her feel good, and obviously if she... I liked that. I said, Let's go to a hotel (at that time I lived with my family) she replied no, better another day, better take me home. We paid the bar bill, got in the car and took me to my house. When we arrived it was around 3 am. He stopped the car three houses from mine and we said goodbye. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, when I did she made the sound hmm that was the signal for her to turn her head and kiss me on the lips. She stepped back and said what are you doing? I told her I liked it and felt like kissing her, she smiled and I kissed her again, this time she didn't say anything so I put my hand between her legs, used the word: pussy and felt her say hmmm while I was kissing her. I grabbed her hand and put it on my cock (I had it super hard back then) she said uffff like this!!! I told her let's stop playing around and go to the hotel? She didn't respond with words but turned on the car and I understood that I had won the jackpot. On the way from my house to the hotel (it's called prive and it's one of the best here in Tucumán) I undid her pants, put my hand in and went all the way until we arrived. At one point I was scared of crashing because she was making moaning sounds and accelerating or braking suddenly! We arrived at the hotel, entered the room and she desperately took off my shirt and shorts. My boxer was bursting and she started breathing on it through the fabric. I couldn't take seeing her like that so I pulled out my cock and she swallowed it all. It started to get really good, she was taking it all the way in and making a choking sound... she was so desperate she got up and took off her clothes. She was left in lingerie. A white thong and a matching bra. Her tits seemed smaller than they were and her ass was plump like I like it. I fell onto the bed with my cock pointing upwards. She took off her thong and sat on top... once and a thousand times she rode me... she was pushing her breasts against my face so she could eat them while she was enjoying how I had my batata buried in her garden. I never felt greater desperation to come with her. I think it came very quickly but kept moving and had two more orgasms. She was exhausted when I put her on 4 and grabbed her from behind. She was biting her back while I was screwing her... she was going crazy and when I was about to fill her up with cum, I told her... 'I want you never to forget this cock and this cum' I turned her around and covered her entire face in it... she was licking her tongue and sticking her finger in her mouth to suck on it. I FINISHED EXHAUSTED. I lay down for a bit in bed and she beside me wasn't stopping saying 'I want to die!!! I'm an abuser of minors while laughing!' I would answer 'and I'm an abuser of adults' we were dying from laughter. We asked for a fresh pitcher, drank it and when we finished had sex again. When we finished, we changed and she took me home again. When we arrived, I greeted her with a tremendous kiss and sucked on her cock one more time in the car (I didn't have any more cum and was dying of sleep) These encounters happened many times more with other additions that I'll tell later! I hope you enjoyed it and it serves to jerk off!!! See you next!
This story happened 9 years ago and I remember it as if it had happened yesterday.
Her name was Susana and I had met her by chance at a bar. That day I was killing time until my ex-girlfriend left the orthodontist and I went to take a coffee at a nearby bar. I sat down at a table that gave onto the glass partition and in front of me was a 51-year-old woman who was crying while smoking her cigar. She caught my attention because it seemed like she saw me, but in reality, she had a lost look. I realized she was crying and out of curiosity, I got up to sit at her table and asked for permission; she was surprised but said yes.
I introduced myself, told her my name was Raúl, and that I approached because I noticed she was crying and maybe needed someone to talk to. She responded with a smile that she had just gotten divorced (she discovered her husband's infidelities many times and married him again) and felt terrible. We talked for a long time until it was time for me to leave; I told her it was nice chatting with her and hoped she would feel better soon. She thanked me for being attentive and said it had helped her unload, even though I was just a guy (I was 19 years old at the time). I told her that if she needed to talk to someone in the future, she should send me an SMS (it was the technology of the era, haha); she scheduled my number, we parted ways, and I left.
Two months later, on a summer night, one of those nights that burn in my beloved Tucumán, I got an SMS that said coffee therapy which left me disoriented because I didn't know who sent it and didn't understand the message. I replied who are you? and then she responded: Susana, the divorced woman from the coffee shop. Just then I remembered who she was and how bored I was at home and my girlfriend of that time was on vacation on the coast so I accepted the invitation.
She me He went to look for me at my house and we went all the way to a bar that's at the foot of Cerro San Javier (it's called km12, the bar) it had been so hot that we took our coffee to a cold Heineken.
There are already friends who haven't described her to me yet. Understand that the only time I had seen her until then was when I didn't notice anything more than a woman crying.When we got off at the bar, I realized Susana had a great back. She was a woman with a trigueña complexion, dyed to a clear chestnut color, 1.72 or 1.73 meters tall, slightly plump, normal-sized breasts, and very well-proportioned legs and butt for her age, which made her look even more attractive in those lying jeans!
That night, she was wearing a tight white T-shirt with an open neckline that showed off her bra, and we chatted for hours while drinking our second beer. She told me how her husband had mistreated her all her life but she forgave him because she didn't want their two kids (two cuties and a guy) to suffer from the separation. But she had finally had enough and put an end to it, saying she'd had a thousand chances to be unfaithful but always respected him because he was her only man.
She spent the whole night talking and getting all worked up until she asked me about my girlfriend and I told her I was already half-tired because I'd been with the same girl since I was 14, and of course there were other women who made me feel things. I felt nervous saying this but maybe the beer effect made my tongue more talkative. I said: For example, you really turn me on. She was surprised and asked what I meant.
I replied: That's it, what you heard. When we got off, all I did was look at your ass until you sat down, and since then I haven't stopped looking at your tits. She burst out laughing and said: You're a bold guy, look what you're saying to me! I could never be with someone my daughter's age.
I replied that age wasn't the least of it if she was willing and if I liked her we could have fun. She retorted that it wasn't about having fun, that she was a well-known and respected woman who couldn't expose herself but all the confidence I gave her and how I treated her had made her feel good, and obviously if she... I liked that. I said, Let's go to a hotel (at that time I lived with my family) she replied no, better another day, better take me home. We paid the bar bill, got in the car and took me to my house. When we arrived it was around 3 am. He stopped the car three houses from mine and we said goodbye. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, when I did she made the sound hmm that was the signal for her to turn her head and kiss me on the lips. She stepped back and said what are you doing? I told her I liked it and felt like kissing her, she smiled and I kissed her again, this time she didn't say anything so I put my hand between her legs, used the word: pussy and felt her say hmmm while I was kissing her. I grabbed her hand and put it on my cock (I had it super hard back then) she said uffff like this!!! I told her let's stop playing around and go to the hotel? She didn't respond with words but turned on the car and I understood that I had won the jackpot. On the way from my house to the hotel (it's called prive and it's one of the best here in Tucumán) I undid her pants, put my hand in and went all the way until we arrived. At one point I was scared of crashing because she was making moaning sounds and accelerating or braking suddenly! We arrived at the hotel, entered the room and she desperately took off my shirt and shorts. My boxer was bursting and she started breathing on it through the fabric. I couldn't take seeing her like that so I pulled out my cock and she swallowed it all. It started to get really good, she was taking it all the way in and making a choking sound... she was so desperate she got up and took off her clothes. She was left in lingerie. A white thong and a matching bra. Her tits seemed smaller than they were and her ass was plump like I like it. I fell onto the bed with my cock pointing upwards. She took off her thong and sat on top... once and a thousand times she rode me... she was pushing her breasts against my face so she could eat them while she was enjoying how I had my batata buried in her garden. I never felt greater desperation to come with her. I think it came very quickly but kept moving and had two more orgasms. She was exhausted when I put her on 4 and grabbed her from behind. She was biting her back while I was screwing her... she was going crazy and when I was about to fill her up with cum, I told her... 'I want you never to forget this cock and this cum' I turned her around and covered her entire face in it... she was licking her tongue and sticking her finger in her mouth to suck on it. I FINISHED EXHAUSTED. I lay down for a bit in bed and she beside me wasn't stopping saying 'I want to die!!! I'm an abuser of minors while laughing!' I would answer 'and I'm an abuser of adults' we were dying from laughter. We asked for a fresh pitcher, drank it and when we finished had sex again. When we finished, we changed and she took me home again. When we arrived, I greeted her with a tremendous kiss and sucked on her cock one more time in the car (I didn't have any more cum and was dying of sleep) These encounters happened many times more with other additions that I'll tell later! I hope you enjoyed it and it serves to jerk off!!! See you next!
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