Third chapter. A lady in her sixties at the Sweet club. To avoid confusion, this is a chapter for ladies of style from the 60/70s in an interval tone, not fantasy, nor Dartagnan, less Tony. Warned gentlemen.
As I said in the previous post, I had decided to be with another man after 35 years. A little time.
THIS SHORT STORY CAN BE LISTENED TO WITH THE FOLLOWING THEME: The Cranberries - Zombie (Official Music Video)
So I went to the source. A long time ago, at a reunion of colleagues' cabins with a lady who had been retired and widowed for some time. It was said that in those women's talks, silly things to catch up, one of the attendees asked if she missed being in a couple. Marysa directly said: I have a guy who takes care of me twice a month, that's enough and I put myself well.
We stayed silent and then started laughing (from nervousness due to the response) since although it may seem like a lie, those topics were not part of our daily conversations when we worked.
Silence again and they started asking questions. I didn't answer any, she began her story: He's gay but has been taking care of women and heterosexual couples for some time among other services. And I, an atomic bomb, asked him how many, of course, dear, trios with two lesbians or trios between men or transsexuals, Marysa is the Bible I thought. It's divine, yesterday I had dinner with his partner. In short, it was a very good escort.
Three months after my second story (see post). I took courage and called her. Marysa, give me the contact of the escort, I felt on the phone her pituitary voice saying: You're brave, you're the last one left from the reunion who hasn't tried. Most of the girls were divorced, the only married one was me, as always arriving at the end.
So I started the operativo preparation. Hairdressing, dyeing and cutting my hair. When my partner saw me, -his face of sadness was laughable (when we get together in 4, he grabs my ponytail without pulling, without pain, but this son of a slut already knew how to find the way back to keep playing with my ponytail.
I made myself busy and went back to the beauty institute to review the definitive depilation, all the avenue that leads to the cave as my marital partner says about my vagina. I have some translucent panties that mark well the kitty, my other half goes straight to look without hiding.
Now every time he penetrates me, he looks at me and whispers I'm going to the garage to park the little truck. The little truck is also his Carlito (his cock).
Pure poetry, but it heats me up as they say.
I called Marysa and asked for her contact information and told her I was leaving early on Friday. On the trip, I was really upset, thinking about what I was going to do and all those questions that weren't moral style but guilt, if I kept thinking, I would probably become a nun from how messed up I was over the step I was taking.
In short. Fernando, my husband, always tells me you have to desprogram yourself, think about enjoying other experiences, until desprogramming came in handy, then it would overflow. He was insistent on the topic of expanding our sexuality and measured motivational talks that didn't work. At 55, I clicked, not because of those talks precisely.
We have a departmental apartment on Charcas and Scalabrini, so as soon as I settled in, I called him, my heart racing at a thousand beats and almost unable to breathe. He answers and says what's up? Marysa gave me your contact information and he tells me we had dinner together last night and then went to the theater. Ehhh, how times have changed or I didn't notice anything, my partner was right when he said like going on a trip to the stars honey, there are other worlds to discover.
He says the gentleman in question 'what do you think if' At 7 pm, come to my apartment or I'll go to yours, Marysa tells me you're nearby, -where are you?-, a few meters from Alto Palermo, she replies. It seems better for me to go to yours, I say, thinking about the face the porter will make when he sees me. I look at the clock and in six hours I'll be picking up with an escort, I'm already more turned on, I thought of calling my partner but surely the jerk would ask and how did it go with a enthusiastic face. Because the only thing that gets him going is screwing, good and eating.
The cardiologist has already told me keep this up and you'll have to reduce your sexual activity or you'll get a bobazo The guy has been on lettuce for three years in non-recommended quantities. He doesn't lose weight but his cock always stands up whenever he gets the chance.
Six hours of torture. At 7 pm I was waiting at the building entrance. A TOTAL CHURRO, A BOMBONAZO, WHAT A BODY, HOW ELEGANT HE WAS PLEASE. And I was even more turned on than that. He's going to say something and whispers let's take a coffee to the shopping center, he grabs my hand and leads me, doesn't take me, when we're about to cross Santa Fe Avenue he puts his hand on my shoulder and we enter Alto Palermo until café. I was already feeling quite bad.
He orders a toast and says relax, we won't do anything you don't want to. And the sweet one cuts off a little piece of the toast and brings it to my mouth. For God's sake, my nipples were so hard. I start chewing and look at him straight in the eyes and he caresses my face. I think - I need an alplax or whatever. But cock sure they would give me.
We enter the apartment. A one-room apartment, beautiful, large, with a bare and exquisite decoration, the color of the walls is intense beige, and the lighting is very dim. A beautiful curtain in a topaz tone. The sofa had an asymmetrical shape and when it came into contact with the skin it sent shivers down my spine. The toilet It seemed like a spa. The large bed style tarima and with a headboard in emerald green velvet. Everything was impeccable, it seemed to be new. You could tell that there had been a lot of world traveled, in the most extensive sense of the word. But what I remember most is the aroma of the environment, a delicious essence, indescribable that invited me to forget everything!!!!!!!!
He sat on a sofa and I told him I wanted to go to the toilette, when I came out I didn't have my skirt and my blue silk shirt was unbuttoned. I walked past him and went to bed with the penguin and started to play. It was very hot, finished at the touch and late like two minutes to recover my breath because it exploded. He got into bed next to me, he was completely naked and had his cock standing up, not big like my partner's but thick and veiny. So I mounted him, I told him to ride.
Late 35 years old to have another pussy in my use the word: pussy. You can't imagine how much I was enjoying it, the guy stretched out his hand and started massaging my clitoris. Literally he buried his cock with a lot of force, didn't say anything, wasn't breathing and I wanted to scream like crazy, I was on top of the game with all the accessories included.
Finished, I got up, took hold of my hips and he grabbed me from behind, the sound of my buttocks hitting his legs, please what pleasure, I almost died. When he stopped, I turned around and he started sucking my cock and I had another orgasm more calmly. The guy was almost, almost coming to my partner's level.
I grabbed his cock to make him finish and he told me, calm down, this is just starting. Look at the ceiling, I opened my legs and arms and fell asleep.
I woke up, saw him with a very design kimono bathrobe in the kitchenette, looked at me, put on a robe almost the same color lavender. He got up and brought a sushi platter, I thought please don't do this to me and we started eating in bed, he with hashi chopsticks kept bringing me bites to my mouth and I did it with my hand, when I took a bite I savored it with his tongue the yolk of my fingers, 'almost almost I was tying the score with my partner', but I wasn't fooling myself, I was there because I paid. But what's the point. Reigned with my partner, reigned with this guy.
Some sake to take?, I did, for the first time with him.
At 7 am I was in the shower, with my hands against the wall, one leg on the floor and the other lifted like a kind of railing. And they were holding me from behind very tightly, but I assure you with delicate precision, but with desire, it wasn't any taller than me, but I had her clear, the water and the cock. Crossed the line. I felt very slutty in the best sense. I won't clarify more.
We parted ways and I met Marysa for lunch. I looked at myself and she said I told you that you were a very sexy girl and only one guy can tame you, I'll tell him everything tomorrow, so I'm warming up the engines. I told her everything with absolute detail and also talked to Marysa about Fernando when he fucked, never have these conversations with anyone. Dear, it's nice to be stuffed with sex she replied. That's it.
She handed me the envelope I gave to the gentleman with the gift, looked at me surprised and responded this is my gift, you were in all the bad ones and very bad ones, in the good ones anyone. Call him one thing and tell him you had a great time, I'll let him know not to get too worked up like our friends' girls who want him as a permanent boyfriend, never break his balls, you only stayed an hour, because the curtain fell and it ended, she asked me if I wanted to see him again, call me first. See him again I said, -you'll see him many times dear- she added. She had a lot of reason.
Now came the hard part. Telling it to Fernando.In the next chapter I'll tell you what it was like to get to know me and our first night with her!!!!!
As I said in the previous post, I had decided to be with another man after 35 years. A little time.
THIS SHORT STORY CAN BE LISTENED TO WITH THE FOLLOWING THEME: The Cranberries - Zombie (Official Music Video)
So I went to the source. A long time ago, at a reunion of colleagues' cabins with a lady who had been retired and widowed for some time. It was said that in those women's talks, silly things to catch up, one of the attendees asked if she missed being in a couple. Marysa directly said: I have a guy who takes care of me twice a month, that's enough and I put myself well.
We stayed silent and then started laughing (from nervousness due to the response) since although it may seem like a lie, those topics were not part of our daily conversations when we worked.
Silence again and they started asking questions. I didn't answer any, she began her story: He's gay but has been taking care of women and heterosexual couples for some time among other services. And I, an atomic bomb, asked him how many, of course, dear, trios with two lesbians or trios between men or transsexuals, Marysa is the Bible I thought. It's divine, yesterday I had dinner with his partner. In short, it was a very good escort.
Three months after my second story (see post). I took courage and called her. Marysa, give me the contact of the escort, I felt on the phone her pituitary voice saying: You're brave, you're the last one left from the reunion who hasn't tried. Most of the girls were divorced, the only married one was me, as always arriving at the end.
So I started the operativo preparation. Hairdressing, dyeing and cutting my hair. When my partner saw me, -his face of sadness was laughable (when we get together in 4, he grabs my ponytail without pulling, without pain, but this son of a slut already knew how to find the way back to keep playing with my ponytail.
I made myself busy and went back to the beauty institute to review the definitive depilation, all the avenue that leads to the cave as my marital partner says about my vagina. I have some translucent panties that mark well the kitty, my other half goes straight to look without hiding.
Now every time he penetrates me, he looks at me and whispers I'm going to the garage to park the little truck. The little truck is also his Carlito (his cock).
Pure poetry, but it heats me up as they say.
I called Marysa and asked for her contact information and told her I was leaving early on Friday. On the trip, I was really upset, thinking about what I was going to do and all those questions that weren't moral style but guilt, if I kept thinking, I would probably become a nun from how messed up I was over the step I was taking.
In short. Fernando, my husband, always tells me you have to desprogram yourself, think about enjoying other experiences, until desprogramming came in handy, then it would overflow. He was insistent on the topic of expanding our sexuality and measured motivational talks that didn't work. At 55, I clicked, not because of those talks precisely.
We have a departmental apartment on Charcas and Scalabrini, so as soon as I settled in, I called him, my heart racing at a thousand beats and almost unable to breathe. He answers and says what's up? Marysa gave me your contact information and he tells me we had dinner together last night and then went to the theater. Ehhh, how times have changed or I didn't notice anything, my partner was right when he said like going on a trip to the stars honey, there are other worlds to discover.
He says the gentleman in question 'what do you think if' At 7 pm, come to my apartment or I'll go to yours, Marysa tells me you're nearby, -where are you?-, a few meters from Alto Palermo, she replies. It seems better for me to go to yours, I say, thinking about the face the porter will make when he sees me. I look at the clock and in six hours I'll be picking up with an escort, I'm already more turned on, I thought of calling my partner but surely the jerk would ask and how did it go with a enthusiastic face. Because the only thing that gets him going is screwing, good and eating.
The cardiologist has already told me keep this up and you'll have to reduce your sexual activity or you'll get a bobazo The guy has been on lettuce for three years in non-recommended quantities. He doesn't lose weight but his cock always stands up whenever he gets the chance.
Six hours of torture. At 7 pm I was waiting at the building entrance. A TOTAL CHURRO, A BOMBONAZO, WHAT A BODY, HOW ELEGANT HE WAS PLEASE. And I was even more turned on than that. He's going to say something and whispers let's take a coffee to the shopping center, he grabs my hand and leads me, doesn't take me, when we're about to cross Santa Fe Avenue he puts his hand on my shoulder and we enter Alto Palermo until café. I was already feeling quite bad.
He orders a toast and says relax, we won't do anything you don't want to. And the sweet one cuts off a little piece of the toast and brings it to my mouth. For God's sake, my nipples were so hard. I start chewing and look at him straight in the eyes and he caresses my face. I think - I need an alplax or whatever. But cock sure they would give me.
We enter the apartment. A one-room apartment, beautiful, large, with a bare and exquisite decoration, the color of the walls is intense beige, and the lighting is very dim. A beautiful curtain in a topaz tone. The sofa had an asymmetrical shape and when it came into contact with the skin it sent shivers down my spine. The toilet It seemed like a spa. The large bed style tarima and with a headboard in emerald green velvet. Everything was impeccable, it seemed to be new. You could tell that there had been a lot of world traveled, in the most extensive sense of the word. But what I remember most is the aroma of the environment, a delicious essence, indescribable that invited me to forget everything!!!!!!!!
He sat on a sofa and I told him I wanted to go to the toilette, when I came out I didn't have my skirt and my blue silk shirt was unbuttoned. I walked past him and went to bed with the penguin and started to play. It was very hot, finished at the touch and late like two minutes to recover my breath because it exploded. He got into bed next to me, he was completely naked and had his cock standing up, not big like my partner's but thick and veiny. So I mounted him, I told him to ride.
Late 35 years old to have another pussy in my use the word: pussy. You can't imagine how much I was enjoying it, the guy stretched out his hand and started massaging my clitoris. Literally he buried his cock with a lot of force, didn't say anything, wasn't breathing and I wanted to scream like crazy, I was on top of the game with all the accessories included.
Finished, I got up, took hold of my hips and he grabbed me from behind, the sound of my buttocks hitting his legs, please what pleasure, I almost died. When he stopped, I turned around and he started sucking my cock and I had another orgasm more calmly. The guy was almost, almost coming to my partner's level.
I grabbed his cock to make him finish and he told me, calm down, this is just starting. Look at the ceiling, I opened my legs and arms and fell asleep.
I woke up, saw him with a very design kimono bathrobe in the kitchenette, looked at me, put on a robe almost the same color lavender. He got up and brought a sushi platter, I thought please don't do this to me and we started eating in bed, he with hashi chopsticks kept bringing me bites to my mouth and I did it with my hand, when I took a bite I savored it with his tongue the yolk of my fingers, 'almost almost I was tying the score with my partner', but I wasn't fooling myself, I was there because I paid. But what's the point. Reigned with my partner, reigned with this guy.
Some sake to take?, I did, for the first time with him.
At 7 am I was in the shower, with my hands against the wall, one leg on the floor and the other lifted like a kind of railing. And they were holding me from behind very tightly, but I assure you with delicate precision, but with desire, it wasn't any taller than me, but I had her clear, the water and the cock. Crossed the line. I felt very slutty in the best sense. I won't clarify more.
We parted ways and I met Marysa for lunch. I looked at myself and she said I told you that you were a very sexy girl and only one guy can tame you, I'll tell him everything tomorrow, so I'm warming up the engines. I told her everything with absolute detail and also talked to Marysa about Fernando when he fucked, never have these conversations with anyone. Dear, it's nice to be stuffed with sex she replied. That's it.
She handed me the envelope I gave to the gentleman with the gift, looked at me surprised and responded this is my gift, you were in all the bad ones and very bad ones, in the good ones anyone. Call him one thing and tell him you had a great time, I'll let him know not to get too worked up like our friends' girls who want him as a permanent boyfriend, never break his balls, you only stayed an hour, because the curtain fell and it ended, she asked me if I wanted to see him again, call me first. See him again I said, -you'll see him many times dear- she added. She had a lot of reason.
Now came the hard part. Telling it to Fernando.In the next chapter I'll tell you what it was like to get to know me and our first night with her!!!!!
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