My final year of high school had just begun, and the whole class was getting ready for the entrance exams, with classes in the morning and prep school at night. The afternoon was the only time I had for leisure activities. As the weekend approached, we'd leave the prep school and go drinking at a friend's house or even on the street, the traditional vodka and Schweppes.
Have you ever been stuck in an elevator? I have... but I'll never forget the time I got stuck with Mr. Luiz.He's the company's jack-of-all-trades, always solving everyone's problems. Like Severino, you know? He changes light bulbs, maintains the elevator, the bathroom, and the time clock. But what he really likes is teasing me. He's always calling me hot, groping me whenever he can. A real scoundrel.
Oh man, I never imagined this would happen, but I fucked my daughter's friend one afternoon that turned into total erotic madness. Her name is Ana, a 22-year-old hottie, blonde with eye-catching curves, my daughter's friend since college. My daughter was traveling, and Ana came over to pick up some things she'd left behind. I, a 45-year-old divorced guy full of pent-up lust, immediately noticed the way she looked at me, with a naughty smile. The conversation flowed freely in the kitchen, and suddenly, we were making out like animals in heat.
I continued my freelance work, but our unstable economy, thanks to our "excellent political class," means companies are cutting exactly what can be cut: consulting services. So I ended up idle most of my time, and staying home without work only created friction with my wife. It was during this low point that, one day, talking to a good friend of mine, he extended an invitation:
My best friend knows how I feel about her boyfriend. I don't even try to hide it, and neither does he. We've flirted and slept together, and she's always been into it, even encouraged it, but I feel like something has changed. As her boyfriend and I get closer, I feel like she's becoming colder. Like she thinks I'm stealing him, and that's not true. I needed to make sure she knew.I managed to get alone with her and started a conversation. I was surprised when she said she was totally fine. I was shocked and grabbed her hand. I wasn't being flirtatious or provocative; I genuinely wanted to know her opinion. She told me, honestly, that she loved seeing us together. That she liked the intensity that arose between us during sex. She kept talking and started fidgeting in her chair. I realized she was getting aroused just talking about it!
She takes in the muscular torso you've revealed, biting her lower lip. Mmm, yes, much better. She unclasps her bra, releasing her rounded, shapely breasts, which hang loose before your eyes. Now come here and let me feel your skin against mine. She takes your hand and guides you towards her, pressing her body against yours.
It all started two weeks ago. I have a friend who lives in another city, and whenever she comes over and we have the opportunity, we meet up. I'm very close to her family. It was a Sunday afternoon, she was getting ready to go back to her work city, and I went to help her pack, and occasionally I went to her grandmother's house where some of her aunts and other family members were staying.
We grew up together for most of our childhood and adolescence, until my uncle retired and moved to a town in the interior of Rio de Janeiro. We always tried to keep in touch, but it wasn't the same.A year and a half after the move, my parents talked to my uncles and decided that Augusto and I would spend the holidays at their house. We were very happy because it was a beach area and we would spend more time with Ryan.
My boyfriend decided to have a night owl party with his friends. He took advantage of his parents' trip and arranged for everyone to bring their computers and play games all night. Coincidentally, it was the weekend I was there too. He asked if it was okay, and I promptly said no. I knew his friends and always enjoyed watching them having fun.On Saturday, it was still 8 p.m., but the lights were all off. The five of them were in the kitchen screaming and laughing, and I was in the bedroom watching TV. Some time later, I decided to go to the kitchen and watch their game. I sat next to my boyfriend, and we stayed there for a few minutes. We always like to do things in public, so I knew I had the freedom to do what I did at the time.
We were both at the hotel, nervous and anxious; he was on his way. The terms had already been discussed: no humiliation of the husband, no interaction between the men, and some patience. Their first dinner date had been two weeks earlier, a friendly chat at a bar, and a kiss between them.He arrived, we opened the door, and he greeted me with a handshake. She was wearing a sheer black dress. She looked beautiful at 5'6" and had a slim body with small breasts and a perky butt. Her breasts were exposed by the sheer baby doll, but her panties still held a surprise. He went over and gave her a tight hug, even lifting her slightly off the ground. He slid his hands down her body and rested them on her waist while she hugged him around the neck. She even asked if he wanted anything: a drink, food. But he replied: