[MF] How My Childhood Fantasy Came True This Summer

I’ve never been the type to overly express my feelings.

I always thought it was cringe-worthy, unless I was expressing anger.

It took me 18 years to stop lying to myself, believing the world was wrong

and unfair, and to finally realize it was me who wasn’t prepared to deal with

life in my childhood and teenage years – which was, I believe, partly caused by

my parents who themselves gave up on educating me about life early on.

Hell, they really did not invest time in me now when I roll back a few decades ago.

In fact, no one special really ever did, except two people – my grandmother, and Sonya.

I remember Sonya as far as when I was around five years old. At that time, which was around 2000,

she got married with Michael who lived in his parents’ house two houses away from mine,

and his parents, now deceased, were a filthy rich, elderly couple – a very sophisticated family indeed.

Unsurprisingly, their home was inside a huge yard with a villa and an amazing garden that very much attracted me at that time, among other things, and since my mom and Sonya often visited each other, she used to call me her ‘fur ball’ and always invited me to play at their place.

As I previously mentioned, my parents were a busy couple during the day and I had been a lonely, but jovial kid.

Michael was a busy man too. A boxer in his leisure time, I never saw him idle – yet I never saw him spending time with Sonya either. Sonya was a housewife.

These are the circumstances that brought us two together, regardless of her being in her middle twenties and me in my earliest years.

She listened to my complaints, treated me as an adult, played with me and answered all my questions in a very professional manner – she fucking knew I needed a friend, and so did she.

It was loneliness that brought us together. She was the only one who knew how to tame my excessively excessive energy that often turned into rage.

Almost two decades later, I can’t forget the vivid images and the feeling of my hands on hear soft, juicy breasts, that even after dozen of other women after her,

still outscore every other woman I’ve ever laid my hands on.

I questioned whether my mind made up the memory many times as of then, as it was the strongest sentiment of my past I have to this day..

For years, I fantasized nightly about how it would feel to press my body against Sonya, how touching her bare, warm, watery skin felt in a steamy bed under the sheets,

how she looked naked

and how her tender body tasted and smelled. I desired that with all my being.

Our relationship gradually grew weaker as she got pregnant,

to the point where I was around 14 and we only exchanged an occasional greeting when passing by each other in our neighborhood.

I moved to another city, and I haven’t seen her for 10 years after that – until this July I returned to my hometown.

At afternoon, the day I returned, I was smoking a joint leaning on the window frame, getting ready to sleep. And then, a woman passed by my front yard.

Straight, pitch-black hair swaying down her back to a little below her hips, perfectly shaped, meaty, juicy ass bouncing under the veil of her tight, grey mini-skirt and her chest moving on its own like a fucking pendulum under a feather-light, white shirt that was buttoned up just to the point where her breast line could be seen.

She looked and even walked electrically in her slippers that she somehow fitted with the rest of her attire, reminding me of Monica Bellucci, with a lot more curves on her body. I could almost smell an aura of a jaguar and grace of a gazelle.

My god, I thought to myself, time has made this woman only even more attractive and magnetic than she was – and my thirst for her didn’t quench – it only seemed to have been buried deep within my subconsciousness. I’ll be here for three weeks – I must make an opportunity to talk to Sonya once more before I go abroad again.

I went to bed jerking off to the same image I’ve jerked off to at least a hundred times before. I spent the entire night thinking about her and fell asleep late.

The following morning, I woke up as a very motivated and determined man – I HAVE to at least talk to that woman while I still have the chance. And I wasn’t going to miss.

Years have passed, and I have grown too. 6.1ft tall, 83kg heavy, buzz-cut,muscular and with relatively low body fat.

I was confident in the way I looked, but I wasn’t confident in the outcome

I was expecting from my stay here.

For a whole fucking week that followed, I haven’t found a trace of her. Not even the lights in her house were on during the night. Not. A. Single. Clue.

I was frustrated to the point it occupied a good portion of my time, to say the least.

And then the glorious Saturday night, 20th of July, 2019 happened.

I had been outside with my childhood friend and we downed a bottle of 12 years aged Chivas Regal, along with several grams of good weed I brought to my homeland.

We fucked around a little bit, and it was around 00:40 when we parted and both headed home.

I called a cab, gave the driver an address and told him to stop around 500m away from my home.

I decided I’d walk a little bit, since I enjoyed the tipsiness and it was a warm evening.

As I got closer to my house, one circumstance caught my eye and immediately, I became overrun by a stream of heat and excitement that moved intensely from my toes up to my rib cage – the light was still on in one of the ground floor rooms in Sonya’s house.

I clenched my fists and noticed my palms had gotten sweaty. I couldn’t resist.

I approached the fence of her yard and hoped I’d see something through the window that seemed to be opened that night. And I stood there, staring firmly.

Intensely. Hungrily…full of hope for something I was burning to see.

Maybe a minute had passed,

when I heard a familiar, gentle, feminine voice coming from a dark corner in the garden that was overlooked by the fence between me and a row of very light foliage.

– Looking for someone?

My guts twitched. I knew that voice. I felt like I was punched inside my stomach from the inside. The words were spoken out in a very playful tone on the edge of saying it through laughter,

and I could feel my face was boiling red like a lobster. I slowly turned my head a little right of where I was standing, and there she was. Wearing a light, yellow summer dress, smoking a cigarette in the dark with a glass and a bottle of red wine next to her.

I most honestly don’t remember what exactly I’d muttered when I first realized she had been watching me looking at her window for two minutes(something like Oh!, in surprise),

but my brain worked with sonic speed, even under the influence of marijuana and alcohol.

– I was concerned a little since it’s the only household in the street with its lights still on, and I used to have a friend here long, long ago, I replied back with a playful tone.

– Is that so? (giggles in the sexiest way I’d ever fucking heard in my entire life, buddy)

– I never had to lie inside this yard, would it make sense if I lied now, i asked back.

– Well technically, you’re still out in the street, so if you plan on pushing that button, you might as well come inside and sit, she proudly answered.

I felt a whole load of weight evaporate off my shoulders, but now with a new, different pressure building up in its place.

– Would it be safe for me to accept a stranger’s invitation to her place just like that? I kept playing.

– Stranger?! Get your ass here. It’s been a long time.

And a series of light steps closing in towards the gate began, when Sonya had left her shady spot and came under the shine of a porch light that was throwing a very serene shade of white light on her. Razor-sharp green eyes, full, soft lips and if not the most magnetic smile I had EVER SEEN in my life to this point were only a foot away from me, opening doors for me to enter.

As she came under the light, I could clearly notice the only thing she wore that evening was her yellow dress – she had no bra on and I could feel blood rushing to my dick. I became hard immediately. Very fucking hard. I can’t even imagine the proper words to describe how unbelievably sexy this woman was.

Strong D cup, not too firm and apparently still very soft like before, full and a little sagged down to her lowest rib.

The most beautiful tits I have ever seen with my eyes.

We greeted each other, and she invited me for a glass of wine. As she was leading me towards the chairs area, the situation in my pants became only worse as I couldn’t take my eyes off her fluffy, round-shaped, juicy ass that had only gotten a little more meaty since the last time, as it majestically stood out from the rest of her body under the yellow dress.

At this moment, I was overwhelmed with emotions.

My body temperature was rising abnormally and I was in a state of mild euphoria that I had skillfully hidden beneath my apparently cold face.

I was ready for this and I was going to use all my knowledge to seduce that woman the first time I spoke to her again. I was never turned on like this.

I kept scanning her body from head to toe, and at each part, I would make a short break to absorb the image of perfection that was sitting with its legs crossed right before me.

At one point, Sonya took off her slippers and revealed a pair of sexy, feminine feet that I couldn’t stop imagining stroking my erect cock. Red toenails, perfectly tender, gentle skin, everything was so smooth on her.

We chatted about what’s been going on with us in the past years and after some 20 minutes of conversation, the bottle we poured from was empty.

“Mosquitoes obviously sensed your presence, troublemaker. Let’s move away from here.”.

She stood up from the chair and started walking towards the house doors. I followed her as we enjoyed the silence on our way there.

We entered the living room. I sat on a luxurious, black leather couch. Sonya came back a minute later with another bottle of champagne in her hands. Her husband was working abroad and her son training football in another city in the North of the country.

Man, I thought to myself, how can a chick like that be so lonely?

I genuinely wanted to know, so I asked her the same thing – my desire was now shaded over by my curiosity, and there was another moment of tensed up silence.

“It’s funny how someone you haven’t spoken to in a decade perceives things about you better than the people you’ve been seeing daily for the same amount of time. But let’s not go there. Suit yourself, I’ll be back in 10 minutes. I need to wash my face real quick. Have some chocolate from the shelf.”

– Take your time, I answered.

At one moment, the time had stopped. I felt all the connection Sonya & I have ever had gather in the space between her in the bathroom and me on the couch. I genuinely felt sorry that someone so genuinely nice had lived such a lonesome life. Yet every man I can think of wanted her.

Several minutes later, she came back into the room wearing a white, silk bathrobe.

“Move, make me some space.” But there was plenty of space on the couch. She slowly approached me, like a house cat approaching its owner. Sonya sat on the couch right next to me, picked my arm up and wrapped it around her neck. “What have you got in those arms?”, she asked jovially. – Nothing you can’t handle apparently, I hit her back.

She turned her head towards my neck and started breathing heavily into it. As I started caressing her shoulder, I could feel she pushed herself into me more and more, to the point where she was an inch away from my head, looking at me in a relaxed, sensual way. I felt like king of the world at the moment the late night had blessed us with. I then turned my head towards her and we looked at each other’s eyes for a few seconds before she smiled, just as if she had taken a shot of heroin. What a hot, magnetic smile, I thought to myself.

– “What are you looking at?” I asked, and before I could finish the sentence, she leaned forward and placed her lips on mine. They were soft, softer than any other I’ve ever kissed and she did it slowly. Passionately. I loved the pace and the energy. We made out like time had ceased to exist. She brushed her soft, wet tongue against mine as if we were still in high school and as she moved her hand to my thighs to support herself, she started moaning sensually, slowly moving her hand further upwards, when she had reached my already rock-hard dick. I could tell she loved it by the way she smiled through our kisses.

She put both hands around my neck and straddled me on the couch, seductively arching her back as I kissed her neck & her earlobes. This woman had powerful fire within her, and I was about to get it to burn like no one else had done it before. It was the moment I had longed to feel for many years, and I wasn’t going to ruin it. She moaned and squeezed her back as she ground on me in her soft bathrobe and as I went to grab her ass, she put her hands around mine, but didn’t move them away – only squeezed me by the wrists and kept lowering my hands down to where I reached for. We were in the middle of a fiery, pulsating French kiss with our tongues being like milk and honey as I got out of her grip, locked her both wrists with one hand and thoroughly squeezed her ass cheek with my other hand, when she let out the sexiest, most sensational moan I have ever heard in my life. I was going to rip her apart. Her ass felt like magic – perfectly firm but still soft, creamy, just as I had imagined.

She couldn’t take it anymore – she got up off me, fell to her knees, took her robe off in a rough, impatient way and then let it slide down her. Her tits were the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Sweaty, pale and full, but still just a little bit sagged down. She unbuttoned my pants and took my dick in her hands, looking at it with a flame in her eyes. After spitting on my dick head, she licked it from the base to the top and before that moment folks, I have never felt such a sensation in my life. I felt as if a sex goddess had taken my penis in her hands. She sucked me off sloppily, taking in every single millimeter of me as deep as she could, passionately using her tongue to caress it as she took it in and out of her mouth. I grabbed her by the hair, stood up, and gripped her tightly with my hand. She kept doing the same thing fiercely…passionately, like she had craved the same her entire life, before I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed her head onto me as hard as I could and could feel my dick muscles twitching hard several times, firing powerful shots of sperm deep into her throat, and the string of energy I felt as we were looking into each others’ eyes at that moment still gives me goosebumps today. She sucked me dry, but my dick wouldn’t drop at all. I lifted her off the ground, pushed her onto the leather couch, and turned her towards me so I could see everything clearly. I spread her legs before seeing the tightest, freshest, wettest looking pink pussy that I had only seen on PornHub before that. I couldn’t resist. I entered her softly and thrust as deep as I could…the face of submissiveness she had put on was driving me crazy. I felt as if she had a nuclear core inside, so just imagine how tight yet smooth she was from all the juices that we had created together. She looked at me so deeply and innocently, yet I thrust as deep as I could in the hardest, roughest way in my life. She moaned powerlessly, putting both her hands around my neck and staring deep into my eyes. I felt as if she had glared straight into my soul by the she looked into me. A few minutes had passed and I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt the tension gathering in the core of my dick and I pulled out, shooting the second stream of cum all over her masterfully nurtured skin – her tits, her throat, her stomach – all over her. And then it all just stopped. We stopped. The moment of peace that followed were the quietest, calmest few seconds I remember. And then she smiled. We started giggling. She stood up, pulled my hand and took me to the shower. We washed each other gently and thoroughly before dropping onto a huge, soft bed in her bedroom. Both laying on our sides, we looked at each other deeply again, smiling. She took my hand, crossing her fingers with mine and we both fell asleep a few minutes after.

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Was this night the end of our story?

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