Sandra and the Painter

He had a smile of a boy. But, life of an oldman, although he had only 40 years. Thin, bony face, hidden in a thick dark beard, long and messy hair, full lips and somehow vulnerable… and eyes… oh, that eyes… big, sad, deep, shimmery, sometimes sparkling when he was excited.

While he was walking by completely naked around the room, I was watching him. Always the same route of walking, from the iron bed to the corner across the room, with his long fingers pulls out a pack of cigarettes, matches… Turning toward me, smiled, shyly, closing his eyes while draws smoke and waiting…

It was our game, why not extend that feeling of happiness and satisfaction, still feeling moist between my legs, naked, more cuddly than horny, just as passionate… I get up on my toes moving toward to him. His eyes were still closed, offers me a cigarette and turn his back, austere, leaning with one hand on the wall, and I embrace him with one hand and lean the face.

“Tell me about Sandra, your old woman, your great love.” I feel under my hand that embrace him, how he is smiling… “Please, Joe”. He likes it when I beg him, it is always the same, but I insist… Leans back against the wall, and with me among his long legs, sliding down it, we sit down on the floor. His voice is soft, you will never say that the man is killer, how many times he killed in the war…

Begins… We met her on the road, neighbor and I, totally drunk, coming out of the bar. “How are you, Sandra”, I asked her politely, while neighbor was giggling rude. “I am fine”, she said, looking somewhere in the holes on the hard, black, old road, “I went out for a walk”.

Sandra was more grandmother by appearance rather than by age. She lived with his elderly mother in old house on the outskirts of the village. “Come with us to my house, to hang out and have a beer”, but was dragging his hand to a broken gate, which sadly hang, creak, pointing off into the floor… She was barely poorly defended, she wants to come.

When I brought beer, neighbor was all around her. I heard a commotion in the dark, you can hear rapid breathing. I have sat down on the creaky sofa, I hear she says that she does not want with him, she wants me. Again a fuss, I feel as neighbor passing by me, poor light peeks while opening the door, and he left. I do not feel more taste of beer, just a touch of a cold bottle, slipping out of my hands. I’m also slipping on the floor, I feel a touch of Sandra’s leg, right there next to me… “Joe”, I say, “I love this part the most, put your lips to my ear and continue, tell me…”

I’m lonely, I need someone, the whole of my body is crying out for a touch of warmth, tenderness, and Sandra smells like washing powder… I feel it is better than any perfume that time, I reach out to her breasts, I do not feel them, bra is bigger than her tits, with hard baskets… I am getting rougher, I want to feel them… Shall I go on?

My head is now on his shoulder, eyes closed, hair scattered all over, hands on my sailing thighs, on my buttocks I feel his dick, revival, provokes me, calling out.. But I want to hear the story until the end… “Go on Joe, come on, please finish the story.”

The desire for Sandra, a living soul, sit and breathe rapidly while I am playing with her breasts, becoming larger and visible, I’m struggling with them… Beer begins to vaporize of my body, I feel his smell, certainly we spilled it while make out.

I took her from the front, picked up the silk dress to her waist, I went in easily, quickly came, panting like crazy. “What about me?” She asked at that point. I wanted to please her, but I heard my old man to sneaking around the yard.. So, it is already morning, “Sandra go home”, I said.

Later, she came often by herself, stripping her clothes and pleasing me, riding me, groaning and calling out my name… Offering her ass, smelling better than first time, clean, with hidden view on the street… Always seeking to turn the lights off when she is naked, she wanted that I kiss her, giving her lips when our heads hit, but I could not do it.

After this story, he turned my head towards his and passionately kissing me, just the lips, then only the tongue, then with both, as he will eat me.

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