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First EncounterIt was a September afternoon; I had finished my work early at the office and I had a few hours to kill.I had settled on the terrace of a café and I was watching passers-by and especially those passers-by still scantily clad in these last days of Summer.Here, paraded before my delighted eyes, a pair of gorgeous pert buttocks, scarcely veiled by the floating of a light skirt. And there, other more generous bottoms moulded into stretched leather pants, or sheathed in short skirts, swaying, languid, like a siren call to desire. The motion of these generous hips, balanced by the curves of breasts that showed their contours in stretched fabric , the curve of hips perched above slender tapered legs, rumps swinging to the rhythm of heels on the sidewalk… all this awakened my desires and made me feel aroused.Soon, a couple was settling in near me.He looked to be in his fifties, greying, his bearing and dress gave the appearance of wealth and a certain arrogance. His companion looked younger, although her elegance and posture gave the impression of a more mature woman. She was superb, revealing long legs that would make you dizzy, sheathed in white stockings with finely etched patterns. She wore white shoes with high heels, a very short black skirt that revealed her beautiful thighs, as well as a clear, tight bodice. Her jacket was thrown back over her shoulders, hardly hiding the attractions of her fine shape, accentuated by the curves of her full breasts, that undulated with every step she took.They sat at a table in front of me, he with his back to me, so that she found herself facing towards me. Her face was thin, her glossy, sensual lips carried an expression of boredom. A mole enhanced the clarity of her complexion….. but soon I was fixated on her dark, bewitching velvety eyes. Her gaze met mine, and she stared at me at length. I was the first to lower my eyes, my heart racing in my chest.Our eyes would meet now and again after that – and when she diverted hers, I took the opportunity to devour her beauty with my eyes. She crossed anadolu yakası escort and uncrossed her legs and I could hear the friction of her thighs against each other. Leaning slightly forward to get a better view of her superb cleavage I saw the shape of the tips of her breasts clearly through diaphanous material. I felt a stirring in my pants, that pleasant feeling of congestion from a semi-hard erection.She caught me at my little game, but far from looking away, she stared at me even more vividly and I detected a smile of satisfaction from both her mouth and her eyes. Discreetly, she winked at me and offered me the sight of her dreamy body as she rose from the table and slowly moved into the interior of the café, perhaps to go to the bathroom. I couldn’t take it anymore when I saw her superb bottom swaying like an offering. I had trouble getting up, literally dominated by my desire and my emotions, but I didn’t want to lose her attention – I did not dare. I planned to follow her, but she had turned back and gently said to me in a voice that I will never forget: “I want to leave this place, come with me! “I would have followed her to the ends of the earth…but soon she had taken me by the hand and led me under a porch. I felt the warmth of her fingers against my hand, and the smell of desire mingled with her intoxicating perfume. We looked for a quiet spot under the return of an old staircase. There was a door that she pushed open, revealing a small empty room that was dimly lit by a feeble light bulb. On the walls, there were obscene graffiti.Freeing my hand, I squeezed her wrist, feeling her pulse intensifying in my palm. Her wrist was so thin and her skin so soft, with her thin bluish veins barely visible. Her breath accelerated and caressed my cheek and I heard her voice again, at the same time both loud and weak:”All at once, I don’t want to and yet I really do want to…”.I felt a resistance and yet her body slid against me like a huge caress. I thought she was going to fall and then her legs pendik escort wrapped around mine. I held her in my arms like a lost c***d, dominated. willing and abandoned. Then her hand was on my torso and she moved abruptly back against the wall, her breasts heaving as she breathed hard. It was at the very moment when I thought that she was getting cold feet, that she smiled at me, between two sighs that invited me to come closer to her. Yet for a moment I remained there, not wanting to lose sight of the body that I have now hoped to discover again.This woman, so singular and beautiful carried in her a mystery, like a teardrop. One moment she was racy, another haughty, bourgeois, a little distant. It was obvious that she had experience of life and men. I imagined her to be a mother, sexually frustrated by an older husband leaving her behind. A married woman attracted by the image of a younger body that at least I can now show her. And then at times these almost c***dish attitudes, this body so firm and fresh that she could be a teenage girl, one caught being naughty and with her face blushing with shame. It’s as if there are several women within her, or rather a woman constantly in a state of flux, trapped in a metamorphosis without end.And now, she here in front of me, her face does not slip away, her look more intense than ever penetrates me like a spell… and then suddenly that smile, the purple colour rising in her cheeks. She slowly pulls up her skirt and reveals her crotch. Wrapping the dark fabric of the skirt around her belt even more, she offers me the spectacle of her sex that I guess, is pale pink under the light tights and the transparent string that barely covers it , just darkened by a light down.She reaches out to me, caresses my hair, then a slight downward pressure on my head tells me the way to go. She wants me to worship at her altar. Soon, I am on my knees, her whole pussy against my face. breathing in the smell of her sex through her moistened veil. She moves her other hand along her Mount of Venus, tuzla escort the varnished nails at the end of her long fingers tearing the first fabric barrier. Then with one finger , she slips aside the thong that still protects it – and at last,her naked sex is now before me. I feel that I will lose my mind! My nose nuzzles the fine, silky pubic hairs that slightly dot her intimacy while my fingers venture to caress the inside of her smooth groin. I kiss her sex, I drink it. I suck it greedily, I devour the delicate bush and introduce my tongue into the heat of her wet and thrilling furrow. She arches her pelvis forward and crushes my face. I hear her strong breathing, and then her moaning. With my free hand I caress firmly the cleft of her tense buttocks that jerk uncontrollably in response. My middle finger slides down the sweaty crevice of her smooth ass.And then suddenly she pushes my head back!”Not now, I have to find my husband…”I barely have time to react as her attitude throws me. By then I am literally on my backside, with a painful landing when she pushed me away.Already, she has readjusted herself, walks to the door, without me having time to say what I wanted to tell her, and she whispers:”It won’t be hard to meet me again, I come to this cafe often. I will come back, you suck divinely.”In this ridiculous situation I had nothing to say, and soon I was alone, angry, not knowing whether because I went too far or not far enough.For some time I endured the suffering of fearing that I would not see her again. But that only lasted three days.Then, as I passed by the café, I saw her husband inside the window, sitting alone at a table where two empty cups stood. I rushed back into the café in the hope of being able to talk to her, but soon I realised that she had disappeared. I was seized anguish and ran outside towards the building where everything had happened.Without thinking, I was at that door…The breathing, the rattles I heard within left me in no doubt…It was like a dagger … and at the same time, in the depths of my soul I felt a profound jouissance. I didn’t know why…But then at the time I had no doubt but that I would see her again.Three days before, she had erupted into my life with such violent force. Now, standing at that door, I knew tmy life from here on, would we one of even greater intensity.

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