It was like the first time. The act, the heat, the hand… The touch. I forgot everything. I looked like a child.
I was taken by surprise, swept away by the innocence of an almost teenager. I reached the peak. I already imagined what that frenzy could lead to. The Internet is like that, really. It deceives, it deceives us… It makes us become children.
That dating site, for me, still didn't say what it was about. When my friend recommended it to me, I resisted. So, I entered. I made a profile and honestly, I filled out all the data. Correctly. Yeah, I lied about my age. Decreases three years. I was much older than most of the girls on the site. But, I couldn't even imagine that my sexy appeal was there, at my age. The girls gave a crown.
When I received that mysterious message “do you want to be with me” I had to turn to an intern at work. She, who was 20 years old, had to tell me: – Honey, “TC” is typing! (Ah, I know… I answered full of questions…)
Well, the girl on the website, who said she was smart, was really smart! She put me to shame. I swayed to start a modern conversation. Wonderfully clever, the girl.
Well… After talking so much, we decided to set up a meeting. I said: – It’s my chance! Personally, I guarantee it!
“So, we scheduled a coffee date?! – I asked… (am I really stupid… coffee?!). She said: – “Coffee?” Can’t we make an appointment at a bar? There's a new one near my street, we can stretch it out later... (hmm... I thought! stretching must be “climbing”, right?!).
Ah, okay… That’s great for me! A bar… Cool!
We went to that bar. Modern. Full of clips from the 80s. Good thing. I knew some. I was able to comment and I even sang: “Like a Virgin… Touched for the very first time..la la la…” and the girl said: What? I said I'm singing... So sing for me... Sing?! Madonna for you?
I tried I swear! I must have made the lyrics wrong five times, I was out of tune… I was nervous. Also, that hair next to me, that scented ear in my mouth… Damn! But between one mistake and another I sighed and let a dissonant moan escape my mouth...
“Like a virgin, ooh, ooh
Feels so good inside
My mouth felt like the hands of a blind man. I felt his neck with my tongue until I found his mouth. I got lost with that language. Her clean mouth tasted wonderful. Saliva with alcohol and a small Balinese cigarette that she had smoked. Soon my hands sought comfort. Reciprocity in actions, in touches. I forgot about the bar. Of people. We were standing near a bright sign that looked like a giant television. Only then did I notice, when my eyes opened, in the middle of the kiss, the intertwining of tongues, how beautiful she was. Her body swayed to the sound of the music and it didn't take long for me to start shaking with desire. I held her waist and we flew in a beautiful dance!
My mouth didn't stop asking for your kisses. When she understood, she came to me and kissed me. She kissed asking for more, asking for my hands on her breasts, my affection and many invitations to go further.
I confess that at the time I didn't even think about anything else. What magic. What woman was that who seduced me with her invitation and hypnotized me with her manner? The one who looked like a child. That I, riding on prejudices, “resisted”?
I already wanted to leave there... Carry it with me anywhere where Madonna wouldn't interfere. I wanted that dance just for myself. I wanted that woman in my domain. I even forgot she was a girl. But, what a girl, what a knowledgeable young girl who taught me where to go and how to slide on her body.
I proposed: Let's go?!
She agreed right away. We paid, left the bar... my eyes were intoxicated and what I sincerely hoped was that she didn't live far away and that she would be willing to go to her “ap”.
Look, I have visitors at home. We can go there if we don't make noise. All good?! Said the girl with a very seductive look. - All good! I replied.
We walked two blocks. Old building. No doorman. Copacabana. Doom of perditions. Where everything happens and repeats itself the next day. Because in Copacabana, every day is Saturday, Sunday or a holiday.
There was a smell of incense in the room.
- Beer?
- Yes yes!
-Kiss?
I didn't even respond. I made out with her right there. I lifted her blouse, pulled off her bra (what boobs!), kissed her chest, sucked her nipples… creeeeeckk! Cough, cough… Anne?!
– Yes, uncle… I’m here!
Wow…what a scare! She motioned for me not to make any noise. She turned off the lamp and went to the kitchen. The uncle followed and didn't even see me in the dark. I stayed quiet. Waiting for that muse of sins to return. – Good night, uncle! …good evening, Anne!
She came. She came out of the dark with a glass and a can in her hand. She poured, took a sip and came... she put her mouth on mine and squirted beer into my mouth, which leaked and fell on my breasts. You know, to this day I wonder if that was an excuse to suck my breasts and make me go crazy. I let it suck me until she wanted to stop. And I was just grateful, in my thoughts, for the generosity of that site, the internet and all the gods of Olympus. I could only be dreaming. That beautiful woman, in my arms, surrendered and whispering indecent things to me could only be a dream.
I decided to take action and take control of the situation. Right there, without a room, without a bed, without any secrets, I took off his clothes. It was a painting, that girl. The little light that came through the window, which must have been from the building opposite, drove me crazy with what I saw. I couldn't wait to enter that cave and get fed up with its smell. That's what I did. I slid my mouth down her belly and hid between her legs. Her sweet smell would prevent me from leaving there for the rest of my days. I licked, sucked and enjoyed that mound of magical flesh. And she reciprocated, moving her hips, moaning and biting her hand to keep from screaming. We stayed like that, in that rhythm without music and without witnesses. I just followed my desire. And as it turns out, so does she.
The uncle slept and we fucked in a deliciously intense way. While I was sucking her, her smart hand tried to touch me in every possible part. This included stroking my breasts, my belly, my back, the back of my neck… Oh, how delicious his hand was on the back of my neck. He almost dominated my movements. I almost gave up breathing and wanted to die, in those hands.
I stuck a finger in it. She moaned loudly. My tension increased. I stopped for a second. That was all she allowed. She pulled my head back between her legs and I started again. I licked, sucked and enjoyed her taste. Of course she came like crazy. I got scared. She moaned so loudly that I wanted to cover her mouth. But it was so beautiful to hear her cumming that I decided to take a chance. Who knows, maybe the uncle was deaf?!
She barely stopped moaning, she jumped on top of me and took off my blouse. I got scared. I didn't even know what to do to stop her. I wasn't very used to receiving these commands in bed. But I liked it. At 40 years old, a young girl dominating me in bed. That way. In that delicious way. I also quickly realized… With that woman, it wouldn’t do me much good to say… “I don’t want that!”
After having fun with my nipples, she took off my pants. My numb eye tried to look at the corridor from time to time... I saw nothing. Even because the pleasure blinded me.
Without clothes, I received that flower in my flower. She, without even a single difficulty, pressed her pussy against mine. We looked like two open scissors. Ready to cut themselves in half. His inserting and removing movements would bring me to a quick orgasm. I know myself. I was no longer able to control my lust. She got into me. Not that she really got involved. It seemed that way. I felt that mature sex woman teaching me how to have pleasure with her.
We enjoyed ourselves and forgot about uncle. Who knows if he heard us... I don't think so, right?!
Needless to say, there were countless times that we fucked in his living room. With or without visits. I think this was part of Anne's fetish. She liked to have sex in the living room. I, in turn, really liked it… I really… It was fucking her. This on the street, in the rain, on the farm… Or in a little thatched house…
