A TOUCH OF LUCK (1) One Wednesday, like many others after office hours office, I arranged with a friend to have a beer a

A TOUCH OF LUCK (1) One Wednesday, like many others after office hours office, I arranged with a friend to have a beer at the bar that was in Maipú and Corrientes. We chatted about various topics, some with and others without importance. At one point, my friend warns me that the next table where There was a group of 7 or 8 women who seemed to be office workers, there was a young lady who was looking at us insistently. I started paying more attention and In fact, the girl couldn't take her eyes off us. To determine, Which of the two was of interest to you, I opted for the old technique of getting up to the bathroom. This way we would know upon my return, if the girl in question had continued with the looks at my friend during my absence, or on the contrary, was I the one focus of your attention. On the way back, I stared into the young woman's eyes, in a almost obsessively and I kept it until a couple of seconds of sitting again on my table. I told my friend: I don't know if he continued looking at you while he was gone, but I think The issue is with me. Yes, there is no doubt, (my friend answered) yes, almost, follows you to the bathroom. Now, how difficult, right? How to approach with 6 or 7 more women around. That was not easy at all and I couldn't find the solution. Minutes later, the office workers decided to pay the bill and leave. Desperate, I called the waiter and did the same. When we left, practically everyone Together, I held the door for him and at that moment I said: - You seem like a beautiful woman to me... I would love to see you again, Even if it wasn't just to look you in the eyes for another 30 seconds. While I was talking to him, I gave him my phone number. noted on the account ticket and without waiting for any response or response (partly because of the shame of having been rejected by such a pack of women) I walked quickly with my friend to the other side. And well, (I told my friend) I made the move I threw, if it turns out well, it turns out well and if not... it doesn't matter. The next day, around noon, my cell phone rang with a number unknown to me. To my surprise, it was her and she told me: Hi, I'm the woman you gave your number to yesterday. I don't usually accept anything, or call strangers, but there is something in you that makes me fascinated What to respond to such a statement? Ehhh...well...thanks for calling me...ehhhh, yes I understand, You are beautiful, that's why I gave you my phone... to see those beautiful eyes again what you have And taking into account the time, the only thing that occurred to me was invite her to lunch, which she accepted for ½ hour later. The reality is that During that half hour, I kept thinking that everything was coming too easy. I thought that it could be a trap...someone who wanted to rob me or a decoy from me girlfriend, to see how I behaved... I don't know, I thought a thousand things, but... anyway I went. When I arrived at the agreed place, she was waiting in the door. Light brown hair, straight just below the shoulders, about 1.75 tall, about 35 years old, thin with good "curves" hidden by a little suit made up of a black skirt and jacket. Hello, I arrived a few minutes early and waited for you. Hello, thank you. And what's your name? (asked) because on paper, just you wrote your phone number. Martin I told him (hiding just in case, under a name false) and you? Cecilia. We gave each other a kiss, let's say "introduction" and we entered the room. have lunch. During lunch, we tried to get to know each other a little and among other things, I was able to find out that she was a lawyer, separated and lived with some friends in an apartment in Belgrano. In short, we agreed to have dinner the next day (Friday ). The dinner was fabulous (no wonder...it cost me 90.- ) and halfway through the desserts, he suggested that we have coffee at his house. It which again seemed suspicious to me, but... I went anyway (it's incredible how risky one can be when you think with your head below and not with your head. above). I only managed to ask if there were problems with her friends, to which He responded that he had already fixed it previously. Arriving at his house (spectacular with a view of Barrancas) he The only thing that caught my attention a little was that there were many Picture frames everywhere with photos of women and no photos of a man. Although it seems like something out of a movie and somewhat cheesy, he pronounced the classic: "I'm going to get more comfortable" and disappeared through one of the many doors. Minutes later she came back...barefoot, with a black, almost transparent nightgown and clothes Very sensual interior matching. I still couldn't believe what I was passing by and I was increasingly sure that at any moment what I They would rob or kidnap me and ask for my ransom, but...I continued anyway. No I had been wrong the day before when I saw it, since I was sure that in That body had good curves and they were not just good, but excellent. I had to have Just a touch, 95-60-92, tanned and with gym legs, the way I like them. (God? Where is the trap? Please tell me where the trap is? Because I have been falling and falling...I implored heaven in my prayers). He came over, hugged me, kissed me, started taking off my clothes and me to caress her, while I helped her undress. We throw ourselves on the couch and We rolled there for a while, while the kisses and caresses allowed that our bodies began to know each other. When I left her breasts discovered, I almost died of excitement, since they were simply perfect, of brushed areolas crowned by erect nipples. I touched them, I squeezed them, I licked them and I sucked them almost until they were worn out and on the contrary, her nipples every time They were harder... just like me, who already had a penis that looked like a mast the Freedom Frigate. He took out a small box of liners from a drawer of the coffee table. and he placed me first with his mouth. Then he got down on his knees on the couch. with my body on the backrest and I stood behind her, to penetrate her slowly. I squeezed her waist tightly and began to enter her generous sex, which It opened like ripe fruit as my penis passed by. I went all the way in at first manifestation of manhood (so that he felt everything he had to offer him) and then I started playing in parts. I withdrew until I was almost outside and began to play, going in and out with just the head of my erect cock. Then going in and out to the trunk and finally, sticking me back into its interior, at which point, I left my hands from her hips and moved them to her shoulders, so I can hold on and insert my penis as deep as possible. She was addicted and would also push her tail back, making her sex will swallow mine. -Mmmmm, what a good cock you have...for God's sake...fuck me so I love it...more, give me more...destroy it, I don't care...that's how I love it soiiiIIIIIIIII!!!! And he burst into a terrible orgasm that led me to exhaust myself Also my balls, which were already hurting from enduring so much. I slowly withdrew from his inside, holding the lining with my fingers... Let's see !! ( told me ) What do you want to see? The amount of milk. Ehh? Yes, my friend has a theory. If the quantity exceeds this limit here (and he pointed out a line on the lining) is because the guy is a stud and can fuck more than one woman at a time. And you get over it don't worry. Well, thank you, but the truth is that I was never with more of a woman It doesn't matter, don't lose hope.... To be continued..... Comments, suggestions or whatever comes to mind: schwarzdreams@yahoo.com