I lived several years the very chic and very select Homa. Neighbourhood poor workman, it is driven to become a trendy place which attracts with its massive construction of condos, young professional couples. He had bought with his girlfriend, a petite blonde in the chest, an extra freshly delivered by a contractor who had won potbellied all contracts in the area. I saw him often when he walked a black dog while responding on behalf of Billy boring. When he was with her, I hardly looked at, but alone, it might get a few glances shy. I had noticed when I had crossed a Sunday afternoon. He was dressed in dark clothes for the sun as bright. There were the remains in his style of another era and it is surely what caught my eye. When I walked to his height, I could see her beautiful black eyes, deep, but impenetrable. He spoke little. The little blonde was a real pie and he always listened in silence. I saw him regularly in the neighborhood, but now after I found a job as a night I found him always at my back, roaming the streets, hands in pockets. He seemed more comfortable with the cover of night. His approach was more assured, his look, too, perhaps because it was issued some embarrassing witnesses. One autumn evening, I did not find my way as usual, but rather sitting on the stairs in front of me. I stood before him, before, watching the soft features of her face. I heard myself articulate: "Coffee?" It made me smile for an answer before I let the first in the narrow staircase.
We did not want one nor the other coffee. So I settled on the couch, inviting him to do the same. He was very talkative, even dumb. I wanted to question him, but it would have been useless. Basically, I knew his life already. The story of a rebel who was chastened by contact with a woman. He got a job from September to May in a downtown tower, he stowed away, bought a condo with room for future children and waiting for their arrival, the little black dog, kept them company. It should be with the little blonde too talkative for a long time. He only made love once a month, light closed. I learned much later that I was near the truth. He spoke vaguely of the neighborhood and his dog before telling me his name was Oliver. I am allowed to take off my jacket and when he saw my bare shoulders, it seems to me shook. To see his eyes, I could have sworn he had not seen or touched a woman since really long. He advanced a timid hand to me and whispers: "You're so beautiful." Then, moved by I know not what power, he ran his whole body towards me. His lips hungrily searched my neck, her fingers glided over my throat. He retreated as suddenly as it had advanced as revenue to reason. I was stunned by the turn of the evening. Even if his reaction had been carried away, her movements were soft. He looked at me and touched me like I was something precious and fragile. I felt it would not dare to touch me again. So it was I who approached. I spent two fingers along her jaw before placing my lips on hers. He kissed well. More than lip language, his fingers in my neck, his body tight to mine.
I remember how I got to be on all fours on the couch, the pants at the ankles, but I'm rummaging through my memory, I do not find even a hint. For cons, I remember very well from his fingers. His fingers caressed my buttocks down to my sex, but it stopped right at the entrance. It m'explorait as a boy discovers his first wife. The window sent me his picture, but I preferred to close their eyes to concentrate on his warm hand and adventurous. If he had offered his entire right hand, his left hand, she was in his pants, stroking her swollen sex. He left his full member for the press my ass. He clung tightly to my hips and whispering words that I did not understand right away. "I can not." he said. "I can not. I want you. You're so beautiful. I can not ..." I opened my eyes a lot more because of the noise of the burn that I felt biting my skin. He had struck his hand flat on my ass. I saw in the window, he masturbated and her hand frantically beat the air before slamming noisily on my ass. I wish he fucks me so violently that the comings and goings he was doing to his member. I felt inside of my thighs wet, I was ready to receive it. But his breath more and more noisy announced an imminent end. It also happened a few seconds before I hear a stifled groan. He had enjoyed on my buttocks. I felt the heat of the liquid flowing over my skin. He gently wiped it with some tissues took on the coffee table and I found the show to kiss me. I was somewhat unsettled by the events of the evening and I did not ask for satisfaction. Later. Another time perhaps. He dragged me to my room, I undressed and got settled in bed. He sat beside me. His mouth was warm against my face, his fingers light on my skin. He waited until I fell asleep before leaving.
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