Some time ago I read a story on this website sent by a women. I wrote to him to express my pleasure, he replied and a ex

Some time ago I read a story on this website sent by a women. I wrote to him to express my pleasure, he replied and a exchange of messages. It must be added that I was excited to notice who resides in the same city as me. What follows is an account of the consequences of that communication, and also an attempt to penetrate the thoughts and feelings of that woman. You suggested that we meet in the Bib-Rambla square to meet, and that excited my imagination. No Bib-Rambla, too much light, too many people, too many pigeon shit. Let's look for alternatives. I have proposed to you to stay at the cafeteria of the Meliá hotel, which is an elegant and discreet place. I will reserve a room in advance, in case after chatting for a while in the cafeteria we decide to be more comfortable. But it doesn't seem right to you, too fast, Maybe you don't like me and you don't know how to refuse, or maybe you like me and you don't want to refuse. either, and then you'll regret it (after all, you're married). You can't. I have proposed something else to you then: meet on the afternoon of a weekday in the penultimate row, on the right side, of the Madrigal cinema. Each one will arrive on his own and we will meet there. It's still risky, but less. You doubt, who told me to get involved in this? But you are attracted to the idea. Lately you have been discouraged, perhaps your life needs an incentive, some excitement, and this guy seems crazy enough to cheer you up a bit. In Finally, you reluctantly accept. It's Tuesday, seven in the afternoon, you go into the cinema and there is very few spectators. Better, if you ran into someone you knew, how the hell would you Would you explain that you went alone to see "Sinbad, the legend of the seven seas"? You feel pretty, you have put on a low-cut blouse and a light skirt that shows your legs, embellished by a light tan, not a lot, but you know - the looks that are directed at you in the street---, you're attractive. You look for the penultimate row. There is no one. The darkness is absolute. You sit in the middle of the row and look at the advertising that shows the screen, then the movie starts, and no one has arrived. However, suddenly you realize that yes, someone has sitting in the back row without you realizing it, or maybe it was already there. Suddenly, two hands gently rest on your neck and begin to touch you. caress him. You feel a rush of heat throughout your body and a sensation of terror. What if it wasn't who you expected; If I were a vagabond, a madman or a Rapist, the one who is playing with your neck, your ears, your hair? Suddenly a white line of light crosses your mind. You just remembered that there are people in the cinema, that you could scream and they would take the guy off of you. Shout? Better not, anyway We ended up at the police station and, again, how do I explain my strange and lonely Sinbad fandom? While you think, the guy has been moving forward. Now you feel your Warm, moist breath on your neck and his hands, which smell good, maybe like Armani, they have penetrated your blouse, he massages your tits and entertains himself lightly pinching your nipples, which have become like little stones. That It will indicate that you like it, there is no way to go back, it will not stop... Keep moving forward, descend below the tits and with the fingertips caress your belly, which vibrates without you being able to avoid it, He plays with it, caresses your navel in slow circles. Support all the palm of your hand on your belly and it is warm, it is a demonstration of omnipotence, and goes back up to your breasts, and is licking your neck, nibbling on the ears, the back of the neck, that sensation that drives you crazy. It's difficult breathe. You throw your head back, you would like to see him. He takes advantage of stick your tongue in your ear. Play there for a while, it's a big, friendly language, You imagine it in your sex and you would like to catch that tongue and put it in your mouth, bite it, suck it. But you don't dare. You let him do it, you close your thighs with strength and a sensation of pleasure, together with the aroma of your excited vagina, arises from there and spreads through your body, goes up to your chest, to your ears, that are burning, even the skin of the stranger, that you would like to lick if will stop for a while... Are you crazy, how are you letting yourself do all that for a strange? But precisely, you have been used to the same hands for so long, to the same body, to regular sex sessions. Suddenly he stops, seems to sit up. Could it be that long? Maybe he didn't like your tits, maybe the bastard came and that's it. He doesn't want more. What if it was the usher? You remain motionless, with your hair disheveled, your legs open, tits almost out of her blouse and pussy throbbing, looking at the screen without seeing anything, wet, trembling.... To be continued. Naturally.