My story started in an interesting way because …
After a day of work, as it was a Saturday, my colleagues and I went for a well-deserved beer to our most liked bar, which is usually cozy and nice.
While we were sipping our beer, I saw that a certain lady couldn’t handle the door. Like a gentleman, wanting to help, I walked over and opened the door for her. It was late and it was difficult to leave the premises. The regulars, on the other hand, had their “special” option. After the lady, whom I had known, had been led out, I asked if I could escort her home.
To my satisfaction, Mrs. G. expressed an irresistible temptation to spend the way home in my company. As we walked, we began to touch each other gently. Finally we stopped, and she asked me if I wanted to make love to her … It was hard for me to hear such words coming from the mouth of a woman who is 20 years older than me! After a moment’s thought, I replied that “I would like to please someone”. Unfortunately, neither me nor the lady of my evening had rubber bands 🙁 When we went to the gas station some kilometer from our town, we bought Durexes – black of course: D
We were not looking for a place to love too far, because near the station there was nice grass, which I decided to knead a little. Kissing her whole, I undressed slowly. Her hands followed my example, undressing me. After a while, she crouched down in front of me, with which she was stroking my friend. An irresistible desire, both on my part and my Lady, it was so great that I wanted to enter it. Loving “godly,” as it is popularly called, I found the position unsatisfactory and knocked her to her knees. fired that I finished prematurely 🙁 Still, it didn’t end up with one worn rubber band …
We made love half the night until it started to dawn when we decided we should put on, because what will people think when they see two naked men lying on the grass. While getting dressed, we gave each other sweet kisses. On the other hand, my friends with whom I left that night were looking for me, but they didn’t find me… and I guess I was lucky.
I did not confess to anyone, because it is not an art to brag …
