HE ENDED MY TENSION



The kitchen door was not locked and opened as soon as I clicked the latch, letting myself in without having to press the bell button, and since I already knew the house, I went in and headed for the room where Filipe was sitting on the couch, watching on TV to the morning news.
“Wow, where are the people in this shack? Has anyone woken up yet?” I was saying putting myself right there in front of him, smiling at him, with my hands placed on my waist, in a challenging position. “I thought there was no one awake. The greatest silence and the door open … I went in.”
He stood up, smiled broadly, came over to me and hugged me. “Good to see you, Vanessa. Welcome. Where’s your mom?” he asked. “My mom had to do some things today and asked me to come and take care of her old people” I replied smiling. “Will I be able to handle it?” I asked. “Of course it will,” he replied, adding, “You can start by making a delicious latte. I was waiting for your mom to come and make it. Ligia already had hers earlier.” “Okay, then. I’m just going to change clothes” I replied as I headed for the bathroom. He went back to the couch and started to read the newspaper I had brought. A few minutes later, when the delicious smell of coffee coming from the kitchen spread through the house, I felt that he had arrived there, where I had my back to the door that led to the living room, just finishing the coffee on the sink stool. . I had put on my mother’s flowery dress, thin, loose, that fit my body and reached just above my knees. I realized when he arrived and stood there at the door for a few seconds, standing, dazed, delighting in what he was seeing. “My God, you look really hot, Vanessa” he told me. “Oh, what a fright you gave me,” I said, turning to him and making a little gesture, putting out my tongue and smiling “Goodness of you. It’s your eyes. Come see if the coffee is the way you like it. I can’t do it to make coffee like the mother’s “. He helped himself, took a sip and confirmed “It’s very good”. I then said to him “I’m going to take a look at Dona Lídia, see if she is already awake” and leaves the kitchen.
He went back to his newspaper. It didn’t take me long to get back from Dona Lidia’s room and sit on the couch next to her. “Mom left lunch practically ready. Just warm it up. Then you can take a look at the zap. I almost don’t have time to see you at home,” I said, addressing him. Lowering the newspaper he was reading, he said quietly, “You really look very tired.” “I really am. In the bagasse,” I said. He got up, took a chair from the table in front and placed it near the sofa, saying “Come here, Vanessa. Sit here. Let me give you a massage to relax”. I sat down saying “It took a while. I really need it”. He positioned himself at my back and started to massage my shoulders. “You are very tense. Let’s relax those muscles,” he told me as he ran his fingers over my shoulders, rubbing lightly, with firm movements. Little by little I was feeling my muscles giving in to the vigor of his massage while a pleasant heat on my skin was flowing from his hands and passing through my body. In a few minutes I was completely overcome by an intense lust and I felt that I was getting wet, more and more. The massage continued and his fingers ran across my skin, millimeter by millimeter, going from my shoulders to my neck, reaching the base of the back of my neck, my face and back and shoulders, down my arms to my elbows. It was no longer just a massage. They were more and more affectionate caresses. At a certain moment, feeling that I was completely relaxed, he said to me “If you are not well, Vanessa, just say that I stop”. “No, are you crazy? It’s delicious. Only if you want to stop. For me, it’s great” I replied in distress. “So can I continue?” he asked. “You can, you can’t. You should,” I said, smiling. “You know what, Vanessa?” he told me quietly. “What” I asked. “My dick is so hard that I’m going to have to jack off” he said. “I didn’t do anything” I said smiling. “Go to the bathroom. Hit it. Go for it.” “Lend me your hand, Vanessa. Help me get my cum out. I’ve been dreaming about it for a long time,” he told me in a whispery voice as he stood beside me. I told you, after giving you a really naughty look at that hard cock puffing up your shorts. “Okay. I knew you were going to order.”

Calmly, I took his cock, took it out of the shorts he was wearing and started to hit him with a wank and as I was hitting him he was saying that he was getting more and more hot than all the wankers that he had already imagined and dreamed of me hitting his dick, until he couldn’t take it, but he enjoyed a huge amount of cum that he said he had already been accumulating inside him, always waiting for my soft, thin, warm and delicious hands.

WHO RISKS, EATS SNACK

That Sunday, when we left the Church of São Sebastião, right after the solemn mass we had attended, my father told me he remembered that he and my mother had a great friend who lived close to where we were and who had not been there for a long time. saw each other. “Don’t you think this is a good opportunity to give Otávio a hug?” He asked my mother. My mother agreed, saying it would be great because she could exchange ideas with Carmen, his wife, who was a charming, intelligent person and who had always been a good friend. As I made a face of someone who didn’t care,
she told me that i didn’t know otávio and carmem, because when they last met, i must have been two or three years old. “But you liked them, Odete. Especially from Otávio. I loved sleeping on his lap while he walked around the room, rocking you ”. My father then confirmed what my mother said, concluding with “You were very spoiled and loved to sleep on everyone’s lap”.
It was a typical big city Sunday on the day of some extraordinary event, the kind that don’t happen every Sunday, only on specials. In this, the event was the game between Atlético and Cruzeiro for the final decision of the Copa do Brasil. The city had dawned with a light rain, the kind that arrive promising to stay all day. Even so, the movement through the streets, especially in the center, was greater than on other days.
As we walked towards the building where my parents’ friend lived, it was possible to follow the movement of the cheering crowd in the downtown streets, heading for the waiting buses parked along the great avenue, waiting to transport them to the Mineirão.
When we left the elevator, as we walked down the corridor, my curiosity was piqued. How would this friend of my parents be, this guy Otávio. And your wife, that Carmen my mother had spoken with such enthusiasm and admiration? I had no idea how they could be. Until the apartment door opened a few minutes after being triggered by my father.
My father’s friend was about the same age as him, about fifty if at all. My father was fifty-two. But this Otávio was healed, dark, muscular. Was beautiful. Like my father, he called attention to his athletic build. He’s a cat, he concludes.
After showing surprise and that he was happy to see us, Otávio made us enter and hugged us one by one, showing the joy of receiving us. My father told him that we had gone to a Thanksgiving Mass at a church nearby and remembered that it was close to where he had said he lived, the last time they saw each other and that he had decided to stop by to see, who you know, if we still lived in the same place. Which was confirmed when you asked at the building entrance. So he had taken the liberty of climbing without warning us. Otávio then told him that he had done very well and Carmen made us accept to stay for lunch and spend the afternoon with them. As I knew that my father was a sick athlete and would not like to lose the game with Cruzeiro, what would happen if they went to his home, which was in Betim, invited him to watch the game broadcast on TV. My father agreed saying that it would be a good opportunity to update the news and the conversation since the last time they met.
Lunch was American style, with each serving in the kitchen, directly from the stove and spreading around the apartment to eat wherever he thought was best. Otávio, Carmen and my parents stayed in the living room and had lunch sitting on the couch, watching television. After asking if I could use the computer I had seen on the table in one of the guest rooms, I decided to have lunch there, so I could access the internet. From the corridor that gave access to the room where I was, I could see Otávio sitting in front of me, without the others being able to see me. But he could see me very well.
After finishing lunch, plate in hand, I stood in the hall, facing Otávio and fixed my eyes on him while waving, in a slow gesture, to get his attention. I felt it when he noticed me, lifting his head. I gave him a smile as he ran his tongue over my lips, gently. When he was sure I had seen him, he nodded slightly to show me the direction of the kitchen. Then, without saying anything, she got up and, with her plate in hand, asked if anyone else wanted anything from the kitchen and as everyone said no, she walked over there, where I was already standing by the stove, waiting for he.

__ I was curious to meet you. My parents talk about you a lot – I said smiling.
__ They are very good friends. But I already knew you. Only when I saw her it was still very small – he replied smiling.
_ I know. My mom told me that you already made me sleep on your lap, is it true? How old was I? – I asked.
_ I think you were about four years old – he replied a little awkwardly.
I put some more food on the plate and then walked away so he could help himself. When he started to help himself, I put my hand on his shoulder, put my face close to his ear and said quietly:
_ Then, go to the computer room to give me your lap again? – and I left the kitchen quickly, leaving him standing there, unable to answer anything because I hadn’t given him any time to answer.
Back in the computer room, I wondered what he would do after I asked him for a lap. He would find me or he would be scared and cold with the thought that he didn’t understand.
After lunch, Carmen called my parents and told them that she had prepared the double room so that they could take a nap until the time of the game, commenting that she knew it was the custom of their region, where they were from, to nap after lunch. He added: “Here at home, I also take a nap, but Otávio is not used to it”. And he went to one of the single rooms, closing the door.
Otávio continued in the room while everyone settled in for the nap. Without warning I went to him in the living room. I walked towards him as if I were walking, moving my body in a sensual way, rolling slightly, without exaggeration, in a somewhat casual but natural way. Smiling, I went over to where he was sitting and sat on his lap, taking his hands in my hands and placing them on my chest, squeezing them lightly. I made him realize that they were loose, free, stiff, without a bra. He stroked them and I felt that his dick was changing from being soft to hard and from hard to very very hard, quickly. I got up and pulled him to his feet and made him walk beside me to where the corridor started. There, I leaned against the wall, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock that could not harden any more than it already was. I hugged him and I spent some time caressing his cock in my hands, smoothing it, squeezing it lightly until I bent down and put it in my mouth sucking deliciously. At some point I didn’t even notice, I stopped sucking his dick, I turned my back on him, I lifted up the skirt I was wearing and let him see that he was without panties. She had left her bra, panties and shame in her computer room. I bent over the body, leaned against the wall, spread my legs, took his cock with one hand and placed it at the entrance to my pussy, which only needed to drip from it so wet and started to roll it very lightly. I felt his cock entering piece by piece in my pussy that I could see that it was stuffed. The more the stick went in, the stronger my waist became. He held me by the hips and was forcing his dick so that it wouldn’t come out. So, we were fucking tasty. In addition to worrying about rolling the stick in and out, I looked down the hall ahead of us to watch the door to the rooms where my parents and Carmen slept. We couldn’t even let out a groan. But the grip of his hand on my waist and on my thighs told us how connected we were in that fuck. When I realized it wouldn’t be long before he came, I gently ran his finger over my ass and saw that he contracted as if he wanted to bite his finger. I squeezed his finger and got him all over my ass. Giving a stronger shake with my body, I smashed my ass more so that his finger would go deeper. Without letting him take his finger off, I slowly pulled his cock out of my pussy and touched it to my ass while he was slowly removing his finger. So, calmly, I forced his dick and made it go into my ass. It was hot, humid and throbbing. When the stick just got in, I felt his bag hit my ass every time he pushed, while I jerked up the body, so the stick would fit deeper. A very good feeling was taking over me and I felt a splash of cum coming out of his cock and flooding all over my ass. He grabbed me tighter, immobilized me in the position where I was leaning against the wall and let the pleasure of that enjoyment take over. I let him see that I also came. It was a wonderful moment. Then he turned around, kissed me on the mouth with a nice kiss and went down the hall to the bathroom. I went back to the computer room to compose myself to take a nap. I took a chance, but it paid off.

SAND, BEACH AND DREAMS


We were friends of studies. We saw each other practically every day. We exchanged ideas, discussed theories, shared knowledge. Anyway, we could say that we already missed each other, when we didn’t see each other. Friends, yes, for sure. Lots of friends.
It had been a busy year, with a lot of work, a lot of pressure and little rest. I felt my body heavy from daily fatigue, all my muscles and bones screaming for help and a while doing nothing and my head dreaming of a beach. I decided that it would be so. Beach. Sea, lots of sand, coconut water, shrimp on the skewer and people almost naked. Too much bikini parading in front of me. Ah, I wanted to rest. I was going to have rest.
What was my surprise when one night, returning from college, I told her about my plans for the extended holiday ”How about. Are you ready to go with me? ” and she, immediately, without even thinking, answered me: “I’m in it. I’m in. I will go with you”. So, just like that, we took a bus one night and embarked for the coast. Towards the sea. And after traveling a whole night, me, she and her five-year-old daughter came across in the morning with the blue immensity of the sea dominating everything, in front of us. End of trip. Beginning of rest.
As soon as we left our bags in the apartment, which was just a block from the beach and where we could see the sea waiting for us, we went to the beach. We were excited but the one who showed the greatest happiness was his daughter, who had never seen the sea until then.
I left them playing in the sand and went to look around, to familiarize myself with the environment and when I came back I saw them, walking on the sand. The two were talking animatedly. My friend was completely relaxed. I could see that, in that short time by the sea, it had already undergone a great transformation. The heavy countenance had been replaced by a lightness that could be perceived from afar. She, who was already a beautiful woman, was simply beautiful. Beside her daughter she was charming. Then, something awoke inside me. And I wanted her like that, from a distance, delighted, without being able to take my eyes off her. Suddenly, there was no one else on that beach, just her. I didn’t even see your daughter anymore. Just her. No sound in the air. Just your laugh. And the waves of the sea breaking at your feet. The sea paid homage to its beauty and fell, quieted its waves at its feet. And she, without caring for anything around her, walked on the sand, moving her perfect body beautifully, in a smooth walk, her hips moving in an insinuating roll.
I don’t know how long I stayed there, from afar, just watching the two of them playing in the sand. It shouldn’t have been for a long time, but it felt like forever. When they saw me and turned to run towards me, the spell broke as if by magic and I tried not to let everything I felt when I saw them before be perceived by them. But the seed of wanting had already been planted in my thoughts. I wanted her.
As we were looking to rest, I decided that we would not make food at home and that we would try to eat in a restaurant right in front of the apartment. We just had to cross the street and we didn’t even need to change clothes, because there we were allowed to wear swimwear. So, we had our first meal together, the three of us. Then, at her suggestion and not paying attention to the protests of the daughter who wanted to go back to the beach, we went to the apartment to get some rest, after all, we had traveled all night and, although happy, we were tired. “Then we go back to the beach and stay until late afternoon”.
Before going to bed, we take a shower to remove the sand from the body and sleep from the eyes. I let them use the restroom and used a small bathroom just after the kitchen. As the apartment had two bedrooms, she stayed with her daughter in the double room and I stayed in one of the bunk beds placed in the next room.
Lying down, I couldn’t fall asleep. The desire to be with her grew stronger and took over me. I felt thirsty and went to the kitchen. As I headed for the fridge, I saw the two pieces of her bikini lying on the small clothesline in the corridor leading to the small bathroom. I instantly imagined her naked, her white body beginning to brown in the sun, her breasts loose, free, upright. For the size of the bra, they must have been small. Did they have normal, pink pouting? Would the nipples be big? How would they look when I touched them with my hands? And when I put them in my mouth and sucked them gently, how would they react? So thinking I felt that sleep was lost for good and I was taken by a lust that hardened my dick more and more, standing there in the kitchen, next to the refrigerator. Impossible to resist. I went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water run down my body while I banged a delicious handjob imagining I was screwing it. I came a lot. Back in the room, I fell asleep almost instantly.

Most of the afternoon we sat on the sand, under a parasol, talking and watching her daughter playing in the sand.

On the way back to the apartment, we passed a sundries fair and bought some trinkets, ate in a tent and sat on a bench aimlessly, watching the moon moonlit all night hanging in a sky full of stars.

When her daughter showed signs that she couldn’t stand to be awake anymore, we went to the apartment and she settled her in bed and came to stay with me, in the living room, watching television, sitting on the floor, at my feet, head resting on my knees, while I caressed your hair, lightly.

Before long she narrowed her eyes and I realized that I was sleepy. I asked if I was sleepy and she said yes. I helped her to her feet and told her that I would still be watching the TV some more. She went to the bedroom and I followed her with my eyes, ecstatic.

During the time we were together in the living room, we didn’t speak much. However, the way everything went left me with such peace that it touched me deeply. To be with her sitting on the floor with her head resting on my knees, letting me caress her hair was to share her intimacy with me in a pure and innocent way. When I went to my room, I felt happy, completely happy.

As strange as it may seem, I understood that she had shared the intimacy she wanted to share with me. I wanted her, very much, I wanted to fuck her in all the ways that my desire imposed on me, but I had to understand that she hadn’t accompanied me to the beach to fuck me. She was with me, taking her daughter, to become a companion and accomplice in my happiness. And at the same time, letting her daughter live such beautiful, wonderful and happy moments that she would never forget. She was there to be happy with me and not to become my lover.

We stayed a few more days delighting ourselves with sand, sun and moonlight. During all the time we strolled a lot, we had fun and made your daughter have more fun than she could.

Every night in the apartment, she let herself sit on the living room floor, her head bent on my knees while I played with her hair, until sleep made her go to bed.

Not once did we talk about sex. What she never knew is that I kept wishing and wanking every afternoon and every night, in the bathroom imagining that we were fucking and doing other “bad things”.

When we returned to Belo Horizonte we were really rested, happy and sunburned. She and her daughter showed that they were really happy. She was certainly ready for a new workday and study. I, for my part, was ready to start a dream season.

Ah, how I wish I had kissed you. How I wish I had eaten it. Oh how I wish she could come back to that beach with me, this time knowing all that she hadn’t known until then. Would we fuck? what do you think?

SAND, BEACH AND DREAMS


  • We were friends of studies. We saw each other practically every day. We exchanged ideas, discussed theories, shared knowledge. Anyway, we could say that we already missed each other, when we didn’t see each other. Friends, yes, for sure. Lots of friends.
    It had been a busy year, with a lot of work, a lot of pressure and little rest. I felt my body heavy from daily fatigue, all my muscles and bones screaming for help and a while doing nothing and my head dreaming of a beach. I decided that it would be so. Beach. Sea, lots of sand, coconut water, shrimp on the skewer and people almost naked. Too much bikini parading in front of me. Ah, I wanted to rest. I was going to have rest.
    What was my surprise when one night, returning from college, I told her about my plans for the extended holiday ”How about. Are you ready to go with me? ” and she, immediately, without even thinking, answered me: “I’m in it. I’m in. I will go with you”. So, just like that, we took a bus one night and embarked for the coast. Towards the sea. And after traveling a whole night, me, she and her five-year-old daughter came across in the morning with the blue immensity of the sea dominating everything, in front of us. End of trip. Beginning of rest.
    As soon as we left our bags in the apartment, which was just a block from the beach and where we could see the sea waiting for us, we went to the beach. We were excited but the one who showed the greatest happiness was his daughter, who had never seen the sea until then.
    I left them playing in the sand and went to look around, to familiarize myself with the environment and when I came back I saw them, walking on the sand. The two were talking animatedly. My friend was completely relaxed. I could see that, in that short time by the sea, it had already undergone a great transformation. The heavy countenance had been replaced by a lightness that could be perceived from afar. She, who was already a beautiful woman, was simply beautiful. Beside her daughter she was charming. Then, something awoke inside me. And I wanted her like that, from a distance, delighted, without being able to take my eyes off her. Suddenly, there was no one else on that beach, just her. I didn’t even see your daughter anymore. Just her. No sound in the air. Just your laugh. And the waves of the sea breaking at your feet. The sea paid homage to its beauty and fell, quieted its waves at its feet. And she, without caring for anything around her, walked on the sand, moving her perfect body beautifully, in a smooth walk, her hips moving in an insinuating roll.
    I don’t know how long I stayed there, from afar, just watching the two of them playing in the sand. It shouldn’t have been for a long time, but it felt like forever. When they saw me and turned to run towards me, the spell broke as if by magic and I tried not to let everything I felt when I saw them before be perceived by them. But the seed of wanting had already been planted in my thoughts. I wanted her.
    As we were looking to rest, I decided that we would not make food at home and that we would try to eat in a restaurant right in front of the apartment. We just had to cross the street and we didn’t even need to change clothes, because there we were allowed to wear swimwear. So, we had our first meal together, the three of us. Then, at her suggestion and not paying attention to the protests of the daughter who wanted to go back to the beach, we went to the apartment to get some rest, after all, we had traveled all night and, although happy, we were tired. “Then we go back to the beach and stay until late afternoon”.
    Before going to bed, we take a shower to remove the sand from the body and sleep from the eyes. I let them use the restroom and used a small bathroom just after the kitchen. As the apartment had two bedrooms, she stayed with her daughter in the double room and I stayed in one of the bunk beds placed in the next room.
    Lying down, I couldn’t fall asleep. The desire to be with her grew stronger and took over me. I felt thirsty and went to the kitchen. As I headed for the fridge, I saw the two pieces of her bikini lying on the small clothesline in the corridor leading to the small bathroom. I instantly imagined her naked, her white body beginning to brown in the sun, her breasts loose, free, upright. For the size of the bra, they must have been small. Did they have normal, pink pouting? Would the nipples be big? How would they look when I touched them with my hands? And when I put them in my mouth and sucked them gently, how would they react? So thinking I felt that sleep was lost for good and I was taken by a lust that hardened my dick more and more, standing there in the kitchen, next to the refrigerator. Impossible to resist. I went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water run down my body while I banged a delicious handjob imagining I was screwing it. I came a lot. Back in the room, I fell asleep almost instantly.

    Most of the afternoon we sat on the sand, under a parasol, talking and watching her daughter playing in the sand.

    On the way back to the apartment, we passed a sundries fair and bought some trinkets, ate in a tent and sat on a bench aimlessly, watching the moon moonlit all night hanging in a sky full of stars.

    When her daughter showed signs that she couldn’t stand to be awake anymore, we went to the apartment and she settled her in bed and came to stay with me, in the living room, watching television, sitting on the floor, at my feet, head resting on my knees, while I caressed your hair, lightly.

    Before long she narrowed her eyes and I realized that I was sleepy. I asked if I was sleepy and she said yes. I helped her to her feet and told her that I would still be watching the TV some more. She went to the bedroom and I followed her with my eyes, ecstatic.

    During the time we were together in the living room, we didn’t speak much. However, the way everything went left me with such peace that it touched me deeply. To be with her sitting on the floor with her head resting on my knees, letting me caress her hair was to share her intimacy with me in a pure and innocent way. When I went to my room, I felt happy, completely happy.

    As strange as it may seem, I understood that she had shared the intimacy she wanted to share with me. I wanted her, very much, I wanted to fuck her in all the ways that my desire imposed on me, but I had to understand that she hadn’t accompanied me to the beach to fuck me. She was with me, taking her daughter, to become a companion and accomplice in my happiness. And at the same time, letting her daughter live such beautiful, wonderful and happy moments that she would never forget. She was there to be happy with me and not to become my lover.

    We stayed a few more days delighting ourselves with sand, sun and moonlight. During all the time we strolled a lot, we had fun and made your daughter have more fun than she could.

    Every night in the apartment, she let herself sit on the living room floor, her head bent on my knees while I played with her hair, until sleep made her go to bed.

    Not once did we talk about sex. What she never knew is that I kept wishing and wanking every afternoon and every night, in the bathroom imagining that we were fucking and doing other “bad things”.

    When we returned to Belo Horizonte we were really rested, happy and sunburned. She and her daughter showed that they were really happy. She was certainly ready for a new workday and study. I, for my part, was ready to start a dream season.

    Ah, how I wish I had kissed you. How I wish I had eaten it. Oh how I wish she could come back to that beach with me, this time knowing all that she hadn’t known until then. Would we fuck? what do you think?

COMPENSATING PAIN


During my adolescence I lived with a serious problem of pimples that appeared, just like that, reddened and swelled with the greatest ease. It was enough to squeeze and then swell. As I became an adult, the problem disappeared as if by magic. Until one day I felt a nuisance in my bag and, upon checking it, I discovered that there was a hair starting to ignite. I went to a pharmacy and the clerk suggested applying an ointment, ensuring that the ideal thing would be for me to do a hair removal, thus preventing the problem from recurring.
Although the ointment had given the result and removed the spot where the hair was inflaming, I decided that it would be better to listen to the advice of the pharmacy boy. The only problem is that I didn’t feel safe being seen at a clinic. I had never done hair removal before, for sure, I would be embarrassed and very ashamed in the presence of strangers. So, I searched the internet until I found one of these beauty and hair removal professionals who attended at home. We agreed that she would do her job in my apartment.
The doorbell rang and I opened the door for her to enter. White, wavy black hair, slim figure, a beautiful face and a beautiful smile. He wore a white apron with the ones nurses wear. “Hi, I’m Adriana”. I greeted her and told her to feel free. She quickly opened the suitcase she was carrying and set up, right there, in the living room, one of those small portable stretchers, which beauticians and massage therapists use for home care. “Take your clothes off, lie on the stretcher and you can rest easy”. While I lay down, she laid out the material I would need to use on the coffee table, put on gloves, using a spatula to apply a thin layer of wax to my body. “On the phone, you told me you never shaved. It is true? Can I do what I think will be better? ” I said yes and asked how it would be. The answer he gave me was very technical and professional ”I will shave the entire upper frontal region of the pubis, which is the most obvious choice, which everyone makes, but the ideal is to also take care of the sac, especially around the penis. And, if you really want me to go for it, I can extend the process to the groin ”. I agreed, of course, since she was an expert. “You won’t be in trouble, no. It will be easy to shave. You have little hair. They’ll like it, ”she hinted. “I’m shaving, it’s not because of sex, no. It is to prevent the hair in this region from igniting, ”I told him. She laughed, “I know. I can see where I had one ”and ran his finger over my bag, exactly where there was inflamed hair before.
While talking to me, she was doing the epilation, starting with the groin, removing the wax from my skin. Painfully. She was removing the wax with one hand with quick and safe gestures, while with the other she was smoothing the skin from where she had removed the wax, to feel if there was any hair left. In this movement I was going to get bad on my dick, taking it, squeezing it, turning it from side to side. As I waxed my groin, I looked at my club discreetly and sneakily. It didn’t take long for my cock to harden and then I told him that, like that, I was going to end up being embarrassed. She looked at me smiling, saying, “No need to be embarrassed, no. Relax and enjoy. There is no problem unless you don’t like it ”. It was just telling the fuck to harden up for good, as if obeying an order. She continued her waxing work, but now, stroking my cock, which glistened with oil. I noticed that her breasts were stiff, upturned.
Since the game was that, I decided that I would also play. I started to run my hand over his legs, in the middle of them, on his thighs and grab his ass, squeezing, pinching, squeezing. From time to time she would let out a muffled moan as she squirmed, rolling slightly, without stopping to shave. I no longer felt any pain when she removed the wax. “It hurt alot?. Now we just need to do a review ”she said while rubbing her hands with a liquid that she took out of her bag. “This will make the pores recover without leaving any irritation. It’s very cold and can soften your dick. ” I just replied “OK. Let’s see what happens”. I kept thinking to myself, I will let it happen. And it happened … she started a slow wank on me and whispered in my ear that she would give me a supplement, but that I would have to keep it a secret because it was not her custom to do so, that it would just make up for my pain. I just nodded in agreement. She then starts to bite me, my cock was completely inside her mouth. It was beyond exciting. It was my first waxing, it was at my house, in my living room and so that moment was being very special. Adriana not only sucked, but also sucked my eggs, she was delusional from being so horny. That was when I felt I was going to come, but there was no time to warn, I poured an abundant amount of cum into Adriana’s mouth who, with the whole class, didn’t let a single drop fall out, swallowed it all, gave me a smile and told me that the job was done. I paid for it and we said goodbye with a long and lingering kiss on the mouth, promising each other that we would repeat the session on another day, later on.

THE NEIGHBOR


When I arrived to work that morning, I realized that the store across from the supermarket was open, which was a novelty. Soon someone commented that it was a cafeteria, with various types of goodies. And that the owner was very beautiful. As I am already committed and my wife is very jealous, the information that the owner of the cafeteria was beautiful did not arouse my curiosity.
Given the proximity, I and some colleagues at the supermarket started to go to the cafeteria every day. There we had breakfast and snacks during the day. We were very well received and felt at ease. The atmosphere was comfortable and peaceful, which reduced the stress that was caused by our work.
I’m not sure when it happened, but it happened one day. I realized, from where I was, that I was being watched insistently by the owner of the cafeteria, whom we called “neighbor”. Curious, not knowing why that insistent look, I asked her on one of my trips to the café: “Earlier today, I saw that you were looking at me from here. Did you need anything?” She gave me a smile and said no, that she was looking just because I was an interesting figure to look at. He concluded, “Do you mind? Don’t you like to be looked at?” Without waiting for me to say anything, he turned his back and left me there, still.
The rest of the day we exchanged looks, she at the diner and me at the supermarket. Until then, I, who already thought it was beautiful, started to think it was also hot, very hot.
From that day on, whenever I could I ran to the cafeteria, with or without reasons, hungry or not hungry. I just wanted to see her, talk to her. I was very interested in her and I was sure she was interested in me.
As always happens, when a man shows that he is very interested in a woman, the signs are so clear and easy to be recognized that, even trying to avoid flagging, we open ourselves up to those closest to us. So, those who worked with me soon realized and started making fun, making jokes and playing green to harvest ripe. My only defense was to always say that it was not true, that we had nothing, that I was committed, etc. But in reality, I knew I didn’t convince them. So, when we went to the cafeteria, my companions soon found a way to leave me alone with the neighbor.
I realized that she was hinting more and more every day. A joke, a loose word, always a steady look in my gaze, a touch of the hand. I increasingly appreciated those little signs. She was disorienting me. But nothing was more serious.
In my head, things were very clear. I was married and didn’t want to betray my wife and jeopardize our marriage. At the same time I saw myself fucking the neighbor in every way. As a result of this confusion, when I was at my house I swore to myself that I would stop going to the cafeteria, that I would no longer see or speak to the neighbor. But when I arrived at the supermarket, even before I started to work, I went to the cafeteria. looking forward to seeing you, as if my life depended on it.
One day, a colleague told me that he had discovered why I went to the cafeteria so much: “He goes there to smell the neighbor”. It was a general joke and I just had to deny my interest in her, without anyone believing, as always. That same day she learned of the mockery. Then she asked, smiling “What if I like to be sniffed by him?” When I found out, I immediately found an excuse, a sudden hunger, and went for a snack. When we were alone together, in a corner, I told her that it was true that I would like to be able to smell her whole body, but that it was impossible because I was married, I didn’t want to betray my wife. But he was no longer holding on to her desire. She heard me and said nothing. Just heard.
From that day on, she lessened the momentum in her eyes and I realized that she was getting cold. My God, I’m going to lose it, I thought, terrified. So I started to try to stay close to her whenever possible, offering to help her in the cafeteria whenever I could, to indicate contacts who could be suppliers, everything that would allow me to prevent her from leaving me. Until one day she told me that she would like me to take her to a natural food supply center that she wanted to see and that was located outside the city. We arranged for the next day.
When I saw her I felt that nothing would be the same. She was beautiful. He wore a suit with pink silk shorts, a long-sleeved white shirt and an almost brown blazer, open at the front. He wore flowered sneakers.
The shopkeepers almost went out on the slap, vying for the right to serve it. There was no shortage of whistles and sighs from the most exalted. Beside him, I could feel how he was envied by everyone. After all, we passed on the idea of ​​being a loving couple. She managed to sign some supply contracts for what she needed at the launch