Del bondi a la cama

Clearly it's not her, she looks quite similar) I'm Fede, 1.84 tall, have brown curls. I'm sturdy, not skinny. Clearly not awkward. And I measure 16 cm. Want to get together? I'm very good at telling jokes...

A lot of people, I suppose, have found themselves followed by someone they really like a lot on the bus. You arrive home and can't get the idea out of your head that maybe this person likes you too. That's what happened to me with Carolina. A red-haired girl who would stop in the street just to look at her, not because of her body, but because she was exotic. With that face, marked features, clear eyes, and a few freckles. She was skinny and tall, almost like me, and would smile at me every afternoon on my way back from university. She would get on before me and get off after, so I always sat in the same seat (the first one for a single person) when I got on. I'd sit across from her and we'd spend the 30-minute ride making jokes and looking at each other.

One time she looked at me for a while and I held her gaze for about ten seconds. Then I decided to approach her. We didn't exactly hit it off right away, but we talked. Weeks went by and because of seeing her every day and talking (to the point where we'd sit together) I asked her for her number and she gave me mine (I saved her as Fede ;D). Then we started talking a lot on WhatsApp almost every day. Never to the point of being close friends, clearly wanting to be together more than just friends.

One Friday night when I had to study, I got a message: Are you feeling down today? Some friends are coming over and I thought maybe you'd like to come too, bring a beer or something. I thought, well, she might want to introduce me to some friend or something, or maybe she's just interested. Obviously I replied yes, she sent me the address and I arrived. Luckily I always carry spare clothes with me.

She comes out to let me in wearing a white bathrobe... Come on in, come on. Sorry, I was changing. Oh, how tasty, I love mint liqueur. You... Want to eat something before? Before what? I realize that there's no one in the house. Not even her family or ANYONE. What time does people come? Am I early? Nobody comes, calm down. I had many hopes we'd be alone VAMOS CARAJO! I hear my penis saying against the jean that doesn't give more. From where I'm sitting, I see a white robe on the kitchen floor. She had told me through WhatsApp at some point that she loved walking naked around the house, it really turned her on. But that was an extreme and thank God I got to witness it. She brings a tray with two cups and the open liquor. Completely naked. But sits down in front of me, not next to me, in a sofa, with her legs closed. Her skin is white and almost rosy. The curly red pubic hair surprises me. She's incredibly thin and slender, looks like a model. Why so much clothes on you? I swallow saliva. I don't know how to take off my clothes alone... I'd need a hand. She smiles and takes a long drink. We start talking as if nothing until we finish half the bottle and I can't take it anymore. I approach slowly and unbutton my shirt. I slowly take off my jeans and underwear. I have everything stained from waiting for so long. Wait like this, Fede, I need to get something from the kitchen. She walks away with that Booty that slightly sways her hips, lifted up from her waist. She comes back with a Nutella jar and a knife to spread it. I crave something sweet, lie down I'm in a sofa, in a pelirroja's house I barely know, naked, with my cock hard for over an hour. That same cutie, who's Barbara by the way, spreads Nutella on my body and sucks me quickly. I try to sit up to say something but get hit with a chunk of chocolate and she gives me a strong kiss. With her tongue clean, she licks every sweet leftover. Eat She sits on the floor, which is cold, and her skin gets goosebumps. Her nipples stand out even more. Nutella uses the word: pussy with great care and I start eating slowly. I give circles to her clitoris, put my tongue in force. I'm extremely excited. I put on a condom and start adjusting when she stops me, 'wait here' What slutty idea just occurred to her now I think... but she comes back with an olive oil bottle 'I want you to put it in directly through the ass' I had no idea how this anal thing was supposed to be done, but I took the plunge. I smeared my fingers with oil and started inserting them one by one into her ass. She was lying on her face against the floor and her Booty exploding upwards. Extremely intense. I start lubricating well and before I can put it in, I feel like I'm going to cum, so I hold onto her a bit. She sees me and hands me an empty cup. I finish there, alone and without help, she was waiting for me to screw her from behind. From the excitement I didn't have to wait even two seconds before I started penetrating her. The screams were more like wails. She was crazy with pain and loved it. I had no idea what the hell was going on. She was moving, doing all the work. The oil and her clear experience of this type convinced me that the night would last for a long time.

I slept there that night and early in the morning I headed home. The first thing I did was tell Lucas, who had been telling me that anal sex was great... He was right.

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