From a very young age, I always rode motorcycles. I think it was at 17 years old, after working for a few months, that I saved up all my money and bought a used motorcycle. I learned to repair it and make it as ready as possible so it would never fail.
As the years went by, I started changing to better models. When I finally turned 21, with the birthday gift money and the value of my used motorcycle, I could buy my first brand new motorcycle, paid a deposit and the rest in installments.
At that time, I worked with two local restaurants doing deliveries and between my salary and tips, I earned a lot of money. I was still living with my parents and had plenty left over. One quiet day, I was going to a friend's house when coming down an avenue, at a crossroads with a common street, a car didn't see me and hit me. Honestly, I don't remember much, just a bump and when I woke up, I was in the hospital.
I spent almost a month there. They had to operate on my right leg twice. Finally, they discharged me, with my leg casted. I stayed at home for almost another month, between video games and the computer. Some friends and girlfriends came to visit me but the truth is that I was tired of always being alone at home.
Finally, they took off the cast and the doctor told me that I would need a long time of rehabilitation so my leg could regain all its movement. It still hurt me, and then the doctor recommended that a physical therapist come to my house since it would be easier than if I had to go to the clinic.
The first day arrived, the doorbell rang and with crutches because I couldn't walk well yet, I went to open the door. There appeared Marta, a physical therapist, beautiful from any angle. Between 40 and 45 years old. A very firm booty and very noticeable breasts. She came in jeans, quite tight, and a shirt with a neckline that allowed you to look. She introduced herself and asked for a place to change. I showed her the bathroom and she went to change. I was wearing athletic shorts and a sweater. She came out with a nurse's uniform, and she asked me to position myself on the lowest bed in the house, as the first exercises had to be very slow. Marta came every day for half a day, or three times a week. Every day that passed we were becoming more friends. She would tell me things about her daughter, and I would tell her things about mine. My leg progress was visible after the first month of exercising with her. I felt motivated, but more so by Marta. I went crazy, and couldn't stop watching porn movies of milfs. I really got too excited thinking that I could get such a cutie, married and with kids. One day, I remember Marta coming into my room, wearing jeans that marked her veins. It was impressive what those jeans did to her. She always wore low-cut shirts and that day she seemed to have put on more perfume. I was crazy. That day I hadn't masturbated and I was about to explode. She asked me to let her go to the bathroom to change, and I suggested she do it in my room, but she replied that it was too much trouble and there was no drama changing in the bathroom. The exercise routine began, and at one point she bent down to touch my heel, and got into a position as if she were on all fours. She had the green uniform worn by nurses, and her skirt fell slightly, showing the tiny purple thong she was wearing. When she stood up and helped me hold my leg, I told her that the purple color looked very nice on her, and I turned red like a tomato. She stayed thinking, hadn't understood why the purple color until it dawned on her. She continued holding my calves to help me with the exercise. Between my embarrassment at what I said, her laughter, the position of her hands, and her lovely perfume, I got excited. Simply put, my cock stopped working. Imagine with a football short... how can you avoid noticing? Impossible. She realized it, and told me:What's wrong with you? Is that because of me?There all I embraced her and started kissing her. She stayed quiet at first, letting herself be kissed, until she allowed my tongue to pass and began kissing me back too. It was a passionate exchange of tongues. I was very excited. She seemed to be as well because she put one hand on my neck and the other on my back, tracing it. She pressed me against her. I felt her pussy rising and falling over my cock. She ran her hand along my back, towards the front, touching my bulge and teasing me above my pants. I was about to explode at any moment. It was incredible that feeling thinking about how she was going to suck me. She got down on her knees and lowered my pants and boxers, my cock became rock-hard, she started running her hand over it, caressing as if trying to explore every inch until she grabbed it firm and put it in her mouth. Between her hand, tongue, mouth, and saliva, I had never felt my cock so hard until that moment. She was really an expert with her mouth. She stayed on her knees for about 5 minutes until I couldn't take it anymore and exploded while she didn't stop, swallowing everything. Not only that, but when she pulled out, she was clean like never before. She took care to leave it as clean as possible.Did you like him??She went to the bathroom and returned changed, which caught my attention. She grabbed her things and told me:Babe for being the first time, it was very good. But let's go slow. I don't want to lose my job.He left and I was left not understanding. She wanted but didn't want. The situation was very rare. That night I sent her a WhatsApp thanking her. That I really liked it and wanted to spend nice moments with her. I only received one response: when she comes back we'll talk personally. Now I'm waiting for tomorrow that's coming to continue with the kinesiology sessions.
As the years went by, I started changing to better models. When I finally turned 21, with the birthday gift money and the value of my used motorcycle, I could buy my first brand new motorcycle, paid a deposit and the rest in installments.
At that time, I worked with two local restaurants doing deliveries and between my salary and tips, I earned a lot of money. I was still living with my parents and had plenty left over. One quiet day, I was going to a friend's house when coming down an avenue, at a crossroads with a common street, a car didn't see me and hit me. Honestly, I don't remember much, just a bump and when I woke up, I was in the hospital.
I spent almost a month there. They had to operate on my right leg twice. Finally, they discharged me, with my leg casted. I stayed at home for almost another month, between video games and the computer. Some friends and girlfriends came to visit me but the truth is that I was tired of always being alone at home.
Finally, they took off the cast and the doctor told me that I would need a long time of rehabilitation so my leg could regain all its movement. It still hurt me, and then the doctor recommended that a physical therapist come to my house since it would be easier than if I had to go to the clinic.
The first day arrived, the doorbell rang and with crutches because I couldn't walk well yet, I went to open the door. There appeared Marta, a physical therapist, beautiful from any angle. Between 40 and 45 years old. A very firm booty and very noticeable breasts. She came in jeans, quite tight, and a shirt with a neckline that allowed you to look. She introduced herself and asked for a place to change. I showed her the bathroom and she went to change. I was wearing athletic shorts and a sweater. She came out with a nurse's uniform, and she asked me to position myself on the lowest bed in the house, as the first exercises had to be very slow. Marta came every day for half a day, or three times a week. Every day that passed we were becoming more friends. She would tell me things about her daughter, and I would tell her things about mine. My leg progress was visible after the first month of exercising with her. I felt motivated, but more so by Marta. I went crazy, and couldn't stop watching porn movies of milfs. I really got too excited thinking that I could get such a cutie, married and with kids. One day, I remember Marta coming into my room, wearing jeans that marked her veins. It was impressive what those jeans did to her. She always wore low-cut shirts and that day she seemed to have put on more perfume. I was crazy. That day I hadn't masturbated and I was about to explode. She asked me to let her go to the bathroom to change, and I suggested she do it in my room, but she replied that it was too much trouble and there was no drama changing in the bathroom. The exercise routine began, and at one point she bent down to touch my heel, and got into a position as if she were on all fours. She had the green uniform worn by nurses, and her skirt fell slightly, showing the tiny purple thong she was wearing. When she stood up and helped me hold my leg, I told her that the purple color looked very nice on her, and I turned red like a tomato. She stayed thinking, hadn't understood why the purple color until it dawned on her. She continued holding my calves to help me with the exercise. Between my embarrassment at what I said, her laughter, the position of her hands, and her lovely perfume, I got excited. Simply put, my cock stopped working. Imagine with a football short... how can you avoid noticing? Impossible. She realized it, and told me:What's wrong with you? Is that because of me?There all I embraced her and started kissing her. She stayed quiet at first, letting herself be kissed, until she allowed my tongue to pass and began kissing me back too. It was a passionate exchange of tongues. I was very excited. She seemed to be as well because she put one hand on my neck and the other on my back, tracing it. She pressed me against her. I felt her pussy rising and falling over my cock. She ran her hand along my back, towards the front, touching my bulge and teasing me above my pants. I was about to explode at any moment. It was incredible that feeling thinking about how she was going to suck me. She got down on her knees and lowered my pants and boxers, my cock became rock-hard, she started running her hand over it, caressing as if trying to explore every inch until she grabbed it firm and put it in her mouth. Between her hand, tongue, mouth, and saliva, I had never felt my cock so hard until that moment. She was really an expert with her mouth. She stayed on her knees for about 5 minutes until I couldn't take it anymore and exploded while she didn't stop, swallowing everything. Not only that, but when she pulled out, she was clean like never before. She took care to leave it as clean as possible.Did you like him??She went to the bathroom and returned changed, which caught my attention. She grabbed her things and told me:Babe for being the first time, it was very good. But let's go slow. I don't want to lose my job.He left and I was left not understanding. She wanted but didn't want. The situation was very rare. That night I sent her a WhatsApp thanking her. That I really liked it and wanted to spend nice moments with her. I only received one response: when she comes back we'll talk personally. Now I'm waiting for tomorrow that's coming to continue with the kinesiology sessions.
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