bloEso have a "blind date" does not beat me. Arrive separately to the antrum. Without telling the time. Without knowing where we were going to sit, what we wear. I like to get to places alone.
I agreed because it was "the solution". For some time I was teasing me because he felt no desire to experiment. Because even her kisses bothered me. I came to consider my "dildo" flesh. And I'm his queen, his life. I do not want to lose.
I put on my red blouse glitter, my mid-thigh skirt and stiletto shoes. After watching the rest of the cattle was surprised he did not come forward. I sat on the second floor of the place. Near a railing. I watched the first floor and those who were before me. There were only out of sight of the bottom where he was. It hurt rejected two invitations to dance. A single woman is seen as easy prey. The music was just background noise.
sitting, watching the foam in my beer I got a glass ready for michelada, a pen, a napkin and a napkin folded. The waiter did not say who or where was the person who sent me that. There was no need to tell me who. I knew it. But I wanted to know where.
The folded napkin was a note. "You're beautiful. The red you is very good. No wonder you two have come. " It was his letter. I accepted the game. Not too excited, but I pretend.
"What surprises me is that it has rejected. Tonight I will not be alone. " I sent the note to the waiter.
Where was I? Because he has been watching me. But I do not see him. At least I have not seen. I poured my beer
the michelada. He took a sip. The salt stung me on the lips, but he was belligerent. He knows it's my favorite drink. He knows that I like to suck when I kiss your lips, the ears are my weak point. I hate washing dishes, I always forget where I leave the car. I know it was boring.
thought that when he came in the second note. "I like going to join you. But the truth is that I enjoy more watching you from afar. Lick your lips in a very sexy. " And began to pique my curiosity this. I looked at her. I told the waiter that at one point calling him. I had to think what to say.
"Seeing from a distance. I would like to know where you are. "So much time to finish writing it. I sent the note.
"A you arrive in good time. I love to see your legs. If you could not do it near me. " I could not help stroking my legs while reading the note. Although it was he who always tells me how beautiful you look, I like getting compliments. "If you were here maybe, just maybe, you could touch them." I sent the note.
I stood. I gave a little back to find it. I did not move much. I returned to my table and the waiter had another michelada and a rose with the corresponding note. "I want to get drunk. I do not want to reject me. " I laughed. I was liking this already. I finished a drink what was left of the previous drink. Prepared the second and started writing. "Who says I'm going to refuse? "
" How much will I tip the waiter for bringing it? How many notes will send me? Knows that I have 5 beers. I'm bad to drink. I want to get drunk then get closer. Get it over with soon, "With this decision took a few good drinks. The glass was half. I was surprised moving with the music.
"Tomas quickly. And you move well. Not great, but move well. " What I'm not great? But what happens? Another long drink. "What? Do not like how I dance? "It was the waiter and got up. I began to move. "How I'm not great? I know I'm no good dancer, but does not have to tell me "A moment later I was approached by other dancing. I wanted to use it, but I refrained. I refused. Another
michelada and another note. "Yeah I like how you dance. Just ... do not know ... dance like them all. Are you ashamed to move around? "My note:" No ". That is not worth. Do they water down the stack? I know he does not stand out but I'm awesome. I'm his Queen. But what happens?
Of course I'm not the heap. More and more movement michelada. The others were fading. That to move and take I quickly tide. But I did not care. I was already feeling the effects of alcohol. In a somewhat abrupt movement ran into a kid. Young. Guapo. I stopped and smiled. Something told me, but I went to take my drink. Had another. It would be my fourth beer. Two more drinks. I felt some feminine looks nothing friendly. The male gaze I answered the question "How old Pinches see me?" I kept dancing.
had to go to the bathroom. No one wanted to leave my michelada "Never let your glass only when you leave" was the voice of my mother. Demons. I queterminar me.
The road to health was difficult. I staggered, but was VERY aware of my steps. As I sat on the toilet I saw that my panties were wet. Could this situation, I was excited? Or was it the alcohol? I returned to my table.
a beer. Nothing more. Taking so much so quickly and then top with the beer alone I tumbarÃa. A very long shot. "I want drunk. I will be drunk. " The music was salsa. And until I was enjoying dancing.
I felt hands on my waist. I knew it was him. It was Marco. One hand on my arm until my hand. I did two laps, I closed my eyes and hit him at the end.
I opened my eyes. It was him. But different. I was drunk. Struggled to distinction, but he was. "See? I turned it down, until you reload in me. " I smiled. Kisses on my cheek. I looked her mouth and kissed him.
We kissed. I felt his wet tongue. The sucked. I bit his lips. I felt moisture on my sex. He said: "The men here see us. I'm sure you hate me "" Really? "Why?" "For you were dancing. You should have seen how you were. And now they hate me because I am touching the buttocks of the woman who wanted today. And because I'm going to take no effort, just send her notes and beers. "
I laughed. "And a rose. He also sent me a rose. " I went back to clinging to him. Licked my lips and then my ears. It is as if they were connected to my vagina. I felt my other lips swell, get wet. That was all I felt. Her hands on my back and buttocks were only vague feelings. All stimulation was heading to my sex.
"I'm playing a show. Should not "But I liked it. I let it continue. He bit my neck and grabbed my hair. Down a little bit more. Only a kiss on my neck, but feel so close to my breasts made my excitement increased. "Now let's go from here, Marco."
"Hey! Is not that we knew? "It was true. We were not supposed to know. "To hell, Marco. I'm hot and drunk. I want to take it. I'm not playing. " We went
. I had arrived by taxi. He brought his car. Suddenly the idea of \u200b\u200bit seemed to me there. The discarded when they saw the parking guards. Among
kisses and groping at each red light we got home. Just shut the door and felt his hands on my breasts and my buttocks erection. Suddenly had the skirt at the waist, the blouse was on the floor and my legs apart. Would not get to bed. His hands touching
through my panties were delicious. The He stepped aside and I felt it go. I did not know at what point he took out his penis from his trousers. And so, standing, drunk, in front of my house, Marco picked me. I felt a delicious orgasm and then yours. He left me and went to bed. I could not go. Sleep overcame me just hugged me.
next day, after sleeping a lot to take away the raw, repeat. Slowly because I was not quite right. "It took you so boring?" Actually, yes. I felt good. Again he wished and wanted to ask you many things. "You were someone. I get drunk in a dive. Sola. You went not to the first one I approached, but with the first hit you without asking permission. Things that a "decent girl" like you would not. Do not look where the problem is. I do not get bored. You were fed up with your routine. "
kissed me and went to prepare breakfast. I hate when he is right and I suddenly demonstrates.
