My name is João, I’m 30 years old and I lead a very boring life. I mean, I have a boring life now, in these times, where I have no time at all to do what I like most, to meet women, to court them and, when we are in those moments, to give them a world of pleasure!
I mean, I have a boring life now, because, if we go back about 5 years, what a good thing it was. At that time, there was an experience that I loved. I can’t say that it was the strangest thing I’ve ever experienced, but it was undoubtedly one of the best moments I’ve ever experienced.
So, going back 5 years, we are, me and a friend of the time, who I still keep in touch with today, but she already has a husband, we were leaving a mall. Which doesn’t matter. The crux of the matter, that, is that we were, both me and her, without our own car. Because I had my car in the shop and the guys couldn’t solve the problem in time, they sent me to public transport for that weekend. What are you going to do, right?! She, because she hadn’t finished her license yet. She already had two flunks of driving. And she still had the nerve to say that women are better drivers. Feminists, what are you gonna do, right?!
So, we were leaving a shopping mall, and by subway, we started the journey back to our living area. Being a weekend, the carriages were practically empty. As I noticed, so did she. As I’d already said, I’m someone who likes to court women. With this friend, it was no different, or not calling me John. She is a beautiful woman, very well made, of low stature, broad hip, not too much, small breasts and a very well fit leg.
That day, she remembered to wear a 50’s dress, tight at the waist and opening on her skirt. She knew that dress made me crazy with desire and a hard-on. I mentioned it to her about two or three times during the day and she always replied jocularly. Sitting on the seats of the carriage, she still made a point of raising her skirt even higher than where it would naturally rest. With that, her worked twins were in sight and part of her leg above her knee. I remember giving her one joke or another, to which she laughed. She always laughed very easily next to me. “He wasn’t a man to walk around in the ’50s on the street. I was crazy about women back then.” Or something like that. She gives me a touch on her arm and I give it back, with another touch on hers. No violence. She’ll reply, but on her leg. I answer in the same coin, but this time I don’t “touch” her, I put my hand on her leg. She had a skin that looked like Japanese silk of the highest caliber. “Hey!” she answers. “Here you go, here you pay!” I said. She puts her hand on my leg, too. I raise my hand a little higher, between her legs, already under the dress. “Do you think you’ve got a ride for me?” she jocularly asks. “But don’t doubt it!” I answer. Without giving time for anything else, she throws herself in my mouth. With thin but warm lips, she kisses me with a restless and naughty tongue. Her tongue chases after mine, while mine chases after hers, without ever being caught. She sits on my lap and keeps kissing me. Meanwhile, she grabs my hand and takes it into her dress. Her thong was completely soaked. With her fingers, I feel her clitoris, which was pulsating and protruding with desire. She can also feel my desire, through my hard-on that created a puff inside her pants.
Meanwhile, she turns her back to me. I loosen my pants and pull my dick out, completely hysterical with a carnal hard-on. She grabs my dick, with her little hands, and takes it to her vagina. With the thong pulled to the side, she starts to come down on the stick. I can only feel an extremely tight vagina, almost as if it has never been used once in her life. She sighs and lets the air escape from her chest as she finally slides to the bottom. With one hip move, she starts to eat my cock. I feel it completely tight inside her as she makes the horizontal penetration movements, just moving her hip. She lies back to me and maintains the movement. Both she and I boil with warmth and a hard-on. Then she straightens again and begins to move along the length of the stick, going up and down, over and over again. I feel all the pores, all the ribs, all the protrusions and enlarged veins inside her, so tight and warm that it was. With so much excitement and boner, so much desire mixed, I warn you that I’m almost having it. She tells me it’s okay. I’ll say it again. She won’t give in. “Get out, I’ll have it now!” and she ignores it. I drop my semen in jets inside her, while she keeps the exact same movements, non-stop or slowing down. I feel an even stronger grip on the stick. It was her too, as she squeezed her breasts. A few more seconds, get off me and I’ll close my pants, just in time for the next subway station. She laughs at the whole situation, sweaty. She always had an easy smile next to me. And she still does, which is why her husband and I don’t get along. But we still talk, and sometimes we still talk about this moment. I’ve moved on, met other women. She too and met other men. But we still talk about that moment with an intimate affection.–
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ftjzmk/fond_past