Como comenzó esta nueva vida

In my previous deliveries I made a series of stories since I turned 19 years old in the year 2012 until the year 2017 when I took the decision to find a direction for my life. Until that moment I was trying to find things to do to progress, but none that would be something conventional, if you can call it that. I tried to be a porn actress and made a couple of auditions, proposed being an escort and then discarded it, worked as a cashier at a supermarket, was my uncle's lover, in short, things that led me to think that in the future nothing would remain. What provoked a change in my life? It was a student of architecture I met in 2017, a quiet boy sometimes with a sad face, pretty closed off for me, didn't know much about him or his family, who was a very good student and pushed me to follow a course in Business Administration at UTU so that I could develop as an administrative professional or entrepreneur in the future. That, facing my problem of not wanting to live with my uncle, offered his house for me to live there and promised not to 'touch' me until we got married. Fine, by late 2017, I was 24 years old and he was 25. He almost graduated and I started a three-year course, having resolved where to live and with the prospect of getting married and forming a family, and above all, feeling respected by a man, seemed like fantasy to me. And well, at the beginning of 2018, my uncle sold our little house, I talked to him to ask him to return my mother's 50% of the hardware store, since it was both of ours and not just his, something he didn't agree to, but named her heir of the 80% of the company when he died, leaving the remaining 20% to his daughter. That was important for me because it gave my mother a more significant backing than she had always had. I saw that things were getting sorted out and I was very excited. So on January 15th, 2018, I told Robertino, that's what my boyfriend was called, that I was leaving his house. He came to my house in a car and took me and my mother to his house. When I arrived, I was excited because I lived in an apartment on the coast of Montevideo, facing our river like the sea. That apartment had four rooms, beautiful views of the sea, divine sunsets. He hadn't told me where he lived or what his family was like until that day when we got to his house. He lived with his father, a 49-year-old Italian who spent six months in Italy and six months in Uruguay. We were told that he had businesses in Italy and an agricultural establishment of about 550 hectares in Rivera, Uruguay. That his mother had died four years earlier and he lived alone for six months and the other six with his father. He was studying architecture and took care of the agricultural establishment most of the time, going there weekly, usually on weekends (now I understand why we never went out to have fun on a weekend). He showed us around the apartment, which would be my room, as his father's room, since he wouldn't be back for four months and would get married during that period. He invited us to lunch at his house and later, around 4 pm, took my mother to my uncle's place.

That day was something I had never dreamed of. It seemed like Robertino was going to be the ideal husband and we were going to get along very well. That night we arrived, he helped me arrange my room, which wasn't very good, actually, and there were some worn-out or too-old clothes, then we had dinner and went to sleep. I couldn't sleep, reviewing my life and thinking about the future and wanting Robertino more every time.

So, in mid-January 2018, I was happy with life, living in a place I never would have imagined, accompanied by a gentleman who respected me and made me feel respected. What else could I ask for?

Life began to flow peacefully and nicely compared to before. In the mornings we would go out together, have breakfast at a bar near the house and then he would take me to school. where I studied and he went to college. At midday I would return to the apartment to lunch. The father had hired a maid who cleaned the rooms, left lunch and dinner early, and then went away. I met her a week later because she left a bit later or I arrived earlier, I don't remember. She was a very diligent and very educated girl, and as I said, the father of Robertino had hired her.

She asked if I liked the food she left for us, if I had any preferences, in short, she talked to me as if I were her patron and that impressed me. I told her not to consider me a patron, that everything she did seemed fine to me and that I would like to be her friend more than her patron. She thanked me and left. I saw her very little, except for some day when I didn't go to class.

The first end of semester Robertino invited me to visit his farm and we went to Rivera. It remains, for those who don't know, north of Uruguay and borders Brazil, Rio Grande State. The distance is 500 kilometers. We arrived and the place was beautiful, had many eucalyptus hills, one of the businesses being the sale of wood to paper mills, it also had a lake with ducks swimming and a pair of deer with animals, almost all were type cows, haha, I don't know how to say.

That Friday night I will always remember because it was the first time we slept in the same bed.

After the tour of the farm, we had dinner obviously grilled and then went to sleep. (or tried to) It was summer and it was quite hot, I put on a camisole and nothing more, I was hot and wanted to see what would happen when I got into bed. He was wearing striped pajamas that looked like a prisoner. I said, do you go to bed with that in this heat? And he said, remember my promise, so we'll sleep with our backs to each other. I said, we're getting married in two weeks, so don't talk about promises. If we want to, we can enjoy sex in another way different from what is an occasional conquest.

I will feel respected. Okay. We kept going like that with the give and take and he wasn't giving in to be twisted. He turned around and gave me his back, not before giving me a kiss.

I was looking at him and he was quiet, giving me his back. I also put my back to him and stuck to his, stayed like that for a bit and nothing, then I turned around and my feline instinct made me throw an arm under and one over and hug him around the waist until we were well stuck together. There was no immediate reaction, I started moving my hands up towards the top of the pajamas and caressed his chest for a few seconds.

Then I left one hand on his chest and started to lower the other until I got into his pants, there I felt his heart starting to beat faster and then I slowed down until I reached the right place. It was almost ready, he told me by his hardness.

I gave him some massages and caresses below and above until he started moving like he was going to turn over onto his back. There I pulled out the arm that was under and left the other one where it was caressing his penis and watching it get wet. When he turned over onto his back, he turned his head and we started kissing on the mouth. They were huge and prolonged kisses. Then he took off his pants, knowing I was naked underneath my camisole. He started caressing me with his hand and began slowly turning me around so that I would end up facing away from him.

Then he got in front of my back and started initiating penetration from behind (style cucharita) and started opening the lips of the vulva with his fingers and caressing me with his member slowly, while searching for the point of entry with his fingers. When he got there, he started penetrating with a full stroke smoothly but without pause. He entered until he reached the end and began to pump, first slowly and then faster, provoking an enormous sense of pleasure in me. That's how it went on for a few minutes until he stopped and turned over onto his back. I climbed up onto his stomach and rode him like a jockey at horse racing. It seemed like a place, while we were kissing. Minutes later, he got on top of me and started pumping again with great force, and it continued for a few minutes until he was quiet with all his cock inside me and we slowly separated, until we were both lying face up, looking at the ceiling. I looked at him and we kissed again and I asked if he had a good time. He said yes and that he hadn't expected not to have disappointed me, to which I replied that it was in no way disappointing, that it had been great. We stayed naked on the bed holding hands and fell asleep.

The next day we both had a high mood and spent Saturday afternoon walking in the countryside and in the evening went to Rivera city where we shopped and ate and returned at night to the establishment.

Saturday night was spectacular, it seemed like a Greco-Roman fight, sometimes he would pump, sometimes I would. An endless fuck and we'd get quiet and plugged in for a bit kissing until we fell asleep.

On Sunday afternoon we started our return to Montevideo

When we were returning, we remembered getting married in two weeks, but we had to do the paperwork to request it etc. That's what I was going to take care of starting from Monday.

I'll tell you how it went later. I hope my story has been enjoyable for you.