It's Friday. I just got out of work and I'm driving home. Like every weekend, especially in July and August, these moments are truly sublime and relaxing. You don't know what you will do on the weekend. The sea, perhaps, a rest at home, some evening outings: anything cannot change that beautiful state of relaxation typical of those moments. Something can change it and can even make it even more beautiful and exciting. It is around 18.00 on last Friday (27 July 2018, to place the event in a defined space and time), instinctively I take the cell and peek at the whats app notifications. Usually, while driving, I just watch the previews and refer to when I have my hands free opening them. But no, this time not even the guide can make me desist from the immediate need to read that message: she is my wonderful Goddess of desire. The content of the message is usually a quick, nice greeting with only a few small mischievous nuances, which hardly anyone could notice if they were not aware of the great relationship of complicity that exists between me and this beautiful woman, as well as her very nice partner, husband. The first part of the message is the usual greeting, followed by the question: "have you not forgotten me?". Question that has its own logic, since, due to the discretion and respect for privacy that characterizes our knowledge, I am always quite reluctant to write them, because they are not a couple like many others that gravitate around this world: they are special , different and, I imagine, unique in their way of living these “particular” and transgressive moments. Indeed, let's face it, perhaps as much as A. and I have characterized and channeled our knowledge on a channel of great complicity, respect and sincerity, the difference is certainly the wonderful protagonist of this beautiful story. With her beauty and sensuality first, but above all with her great irony and intelligence, she manages to make even the most intimate and transgressive moments, which could in other cases and with other protagonists lead to a vulgar and vulgar animal sex, in moments of great eros, pure and refined. Going back to what happened, this time, immediately after the question, the content of the message had a different result: "can you manage to stay at G. within an hour?". I was taken aback, in a moment I began to process the request. Yes, it was the first thing that s materialized in my mind. I had no immediate commitments, time was running out, but the desire and the desire to see the charming L. again, even if only for a greeting, guided the fingers on the touch screen to write: "ok, see you at 19.00 at usual place ". A race home, time to climb, invent an excuse to get out immediately and off to that place, now magical and so familiar to me, where I knew that my special" friends "were waiting for me. scene on my arrival is partially enclosed in the photo attached to this story. I who arrive, He who comes towards me towards my car and you, who, as immortalized in this image, gets out of the car as soon as I arrive. And already in those moments the magic of the encounter begins. Peering between her beautiful legs, toned and smooth as silk, with that innate class of her in the movement of getting out of the car, trigger in me a turbillion of sensations and emotions that are almost comparable to those of a teenager peeking between the thighs of a woman. Beautiful greetings are the usual, heartfelt, true. By now the game of transgression has also given us a relationship of profound esteem and respect. We feel like people who, beyond sharing a transgressive game, nourish feelings of affection and esteem, recognizing in each other human and intellectual values that today it is perhaps difficult to find in many people and situations. And this is perhaps one of the most beautiful things in our knowledge. he gets out of the car and greets me with a warm hug and with his usual smile, which contains all his malice and femininity. I squeeze her and, as often happens to me in the first moments, I touch her back with my hands, slowly, delicately, as if my hands could damage that beautiful and elegant figure of hers.As always, time is never on our side and, after a few minutes, we were in the car. There was a suffocating heat and I guess it was everyone's desire, to arrive as soon as possible in some well isolated place, in the neighboring countryside, to benefit from the cooler temperature, but above all to immortalize and photograph the beautiful shapes of R. near an internal road, near an olive grove, after all my thoughts for the whole short journey could only be dedicated to the beautiful moment in which I would see R's nakedness again. of his clothes and how with his inevitable and ironic smile he would have made those moments, so transgressive, of a unique and incomparable beauty and how he would have made us spectators protagonists of a show of rare sensuality. Characterized by a mischief that only such a beautiful and intelligent woman can interpret. I got out of the car A. armed himself with his Nikon, while R., moving away a few meters away, smiled at us mischievously and provocatively, ready to show himself in front of the lens, but especially in front of our greedy eyes of its beauty. Suddenly, almost without giving us time to realize it, she takes off her skirt, with such natural and captivating movements that immediately leave you speechless and immediately make everything around her disappear. It captures your eyes and mind, letting your imagination and the desire to caress that body, so beautiful and desirable, that a woman close to fifty can hardly afford to have. He wore no underwear. "I'm sorry, but this time you won't be able to have your souvenir." Thus A. commented on the fact that R. was not wearing the thong, smiling and referring all three to the beautiful memory of the last meeting and of when R., at my request, made me a gift of her delicious lace underwear. After a few shots alone, A. invited me to come closer and finally, posing with her, I savored the pleasure of feeling the shapes of that body with my hands, for many years now, the object of my most intimate desires and, often , protagonist of my erotic imagery. I can guarantee that it is a unique emotion. Once the shots were over, we approached the car again and sat in the rear seats. It was all sudden, perhaps to immediately overcome the hidden shyness and embarrassment that, despite our consolidated knowledge, always invades the atmosphere of the moment, we found ourselves naked and with our hands rummaging through our most intimate points. The desire rose suddenly and while I was eagerly looking for the inside of his thighs, R. bent over me as if he wanted to appease all my desire with his mouth. For a moment I thought that that desire to feel the warmth of her mouth on my cock was finally coming true. Instead, while he touched me with his hands, approaching his face he said: “I want to lick your balls…”. It was wonderful. Feeling and watching his tongue brushing against me and at the same time his hands gripping and sawing me really made me enter a sublime dimension. And so my hands have finally found the most intimate place of his body and discovering, with great enthusiasm, that he was already wet with the pleasures of his arousal. At that moment we looked at each other, he looked at me, and he showed off a mischievous smile, confirming my discovery, as if to say: "Did you see the effect you have on me?". It was important for me, because in these situations, the mental involvement must be shared by everyone and knowing that the person with whom you are interacting is also taken by the moment in a strong way, gives you that awareness that the moment is really special. I believe that in intimate relationships, everything must happen naturally, that there should be no impositions or requests that one or the other partner must accept only to please and that must arise from a desire shared by both. I did not have that strength and, while in the throes of excitement with my fingers I was poking her pussy which in the meantime was moist and voluptuous, I asked her, almost begging her, gently to take it in her mouth and send me to heaven. All this did not happen but the pleasure was immense all the same because the sensuality and involvement that R. gives me is really beyond any imagination. And then, hearing her moans of pleasure, provoked by my hands that sometimes penetrated her deeply first and then on her clitoris, made my pleasure explode strong, intense on her hands. my birthmark, which covered her hands, as always, with great malice, smeared part of it on her breasts. Wonderful. In all these moments, I don't know where A. was and if he was filming us, or just looking at us, I remember that we met our eyes only after I had reached the apex of pleasure and with great complicity we looked at each other as if to say: "it's truly a goddess of pleasure. ”We recomposed ourselves and headed for the place where I had left my car and during the journey, as always, our talks were open, sincere. We reiterated how this knowledge, born on this portal in such a spontaneous and natural way, is characterized, despite the erotic peculiarity that it shares and that was the cause, by a great esteem and mutual respect. Strengthened by a common awareness of being among people, perhaps and without presumption, of an intellectual level out of the ordinary and which, thanks to this, also makes these delicate moments of rare beauty that makes me aware that I have really been a lucky man We said goodbye, arrived near my car, with the promise to meet again as soon as possible, to keep the contacts alive and with affectionate hugs that underline, although it was needed, how much value and esteem there is in ours knowledge.
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