Cediendo al deseo (parte 1)

As she said I don't think you're that young...how old are you? Do you still take a pacifier?

- I have a certain number of years with intense content that life has put on them...and if you're interested in knowing, I can share it...as for breasts, well, yours are two jugs capable of quenching the thirst of any poet lost in this life

That response disoriented her, she felt coarse, vulgar, brutal, stupid...who was this guy talking to her like that, making her hot like that? She realized she was excited, started looking at him: small eyes, arched eyelashes, intense gaze, a body that under his clothes seemed athletic...a means cock that would surely be delicious...

She felt slutty, infidel, hot, womanly...a whirlwind of hormones clouded her thoughts, she didn't hear any of the guy's gallantries, all she thought about was eating him, taking him to a hotel and undressing him, screwing him, violating him, dominating him until he gave up the last drop of cum, poetry, youth, testosterone...what the hell was happening? She had never been like this!

They got out of there and he hugged her, their touch was electric...they walked for a few meters and he proposed they sit down to contemplate the river, but she, out of herself, grabbed his neck, started pawing at his means cock, and began to suck him through his pants...

-COME ON, YOU SON OF A SLUT! COME ON, PLEASE!

The guy smiled, tried to pull away, and murmured something about not wanting to hurt her and that she could regret it...

-COME ON, GUY, YOU DIRTY PERVERT! TAKE ME TO YOUR HOUSE, TO A HOTEL, TO YOUR CAR, WHEREVER I NEED TO FEEL YOU!

-Was she the one talking? Were the three glasses of wine what had liberated the few barriers that were left? What had happened to her?

The guy consented, took her hand, and led her to his car, on the way he made subtle caresses over her breasts through her dress that made her boil with heat, she felt her thong soaked, her use the word: pussy dripping juices...

On the way to the hotel, she felt a little bad, thought about her husband...hadn't she felt this hot when Pato, her coworker, threw herself at her in those gardens during that party? Hadn't she provoked it? Hadn't she asked him to screw her? And that man had the courage to stop everything for his wife and even tell her about it, but then he had the courage to separate from her body and go with her...and think that she judged him for that kiss, for that hug, for a simple squeeze...and now she was going to screw this guy she had known 24 hours ago through internet...

They arrived at the hotel and she thought about stopping everything and leaving, knew she would be left like a hysterical woman, but the guy seemed like a gentleman and surely he would understand.

They entered the suite and she sat on the bed while he went to the bathroom to shower...she convinced herself that nothing would happen, that she would resist temptation...but when she saw him through the open door, she felt her mind slip away...

When she saw his body...THAT BODY! Fibrous, with defined abs, athletic arms, all soap-covered...and that...for God's sake! THAT MEANS COCK!!! thick, depilated, beautiful...wherever you look, it's beautiful...

He had soap in his eyes and didn't see her, but for her it was already too late...she let her dress fall, took off her bra and thong, and walked into the bathroom to shower with him...

(To be continued...)