Aunt Rosa

Aunt Rosa

Each year in late February, the family of my girlfriend usually I celebrate the birthday of the head of the house, near the 60 uncle; this year it could not be different, so it is when summer is at its maximum, begin preparations.

I’ve been asked this time because some of the raw take their boyfriends and be a feast for people of all ages, therefore I have tried to bring the best of the window.

The time has come and I have directed to the place, the house started to fill with people, most are family, old people and few young people my age, Creole music is the reigning, I do not dislike at all, with a couple of beers I become a whole dancer doing their first steps.

The guys that are there are going from the well, drink and dance as commonly happens at these parties, even when done in neighborhoods . Popular as this

Among the best dancers, I can distinguish Aunt Rosa, a fifty widow, contoured curves and has come accompanied by her two children, teenagers bordering 15 years.

The dance continues, the heat is stifling and beers continue to circulate, people dance and moves everywhere at home for the dance floor, while he stayed girl; I’m having a great time, from time to time courtesy and while my girlfriend helps pass carapulcra, dance with some of the attendees, it seems funny.

Inevitably the gathering and found out how interesting it is Aunt Rosa, a very self-assured woman is not ugly, but it’s nice because it is always an interesting topic and takes as basted; it seems that nothing alters, while very discreetly, always look around you.

We danced while chatting, at that point in the evening, the beer has melted the ice between us and Aunt to have shared with me some of the loneliness that sometimes leave their children, now they start to enlarge your circle social and are often away from home for long hours.

You hear “Moonlight” Fiesta Criolla and is it this time asking me to take it out to dance, he takes me to the center of the room where people crowd even more.

We’re already there and she held on to my hand; now holds a different way, encourages me to hold her waist in a more emotional way, I had not realized how beautiful it was this song; the cadence of the melody is thoroughly enjoyable, alcohol and heat of the night causes our bodies rubbing pleasantly perceived.

His ability to do this pace allows some figures while dancing; it is she who leads me, one of my arms up, turn on your site and come back to me and handing me but makes his waist to take it; it has done so elegantly, nobody note before I take your waist, your belly has joined the mine, telling me to receive it; your body is talking to me, his knees bite of mine and broke her waist slightly, then we give a turn in unison on our site.

It is the first time something like this happens to me, I could sense what she would do !! then I meet his gaze, nodding how well you’re doing.

The music is muted and all return to our sites, we seek to freshen up with a drink, or something to appease the hunger that caused the liquor; Aunt lags behind, talk with the owner of birthdays and other people while I give scope to Lidia, exchanging glances with Aunt fugases.

There have been excuses tonight, to return to acércame aunt or her crossing in front of us with a friendly smile; that he had breasts I had known during his daughter’s birthday today and I could not help noticing it.

Reaches midnight, the party is in full swing, fully packed house people and get the classic Happy Birthday to the owner of the saint, who clutter that comes later; the toast and also some of the daughters carry the cake to be cut in the kitchen.

Amid the hugs for the honoree back to meet Aunt Rosa, we look and our smile is more than expressive; before we say a word back music and not allowed to listen to each other; only drink quickly what we have in our glasses, we leave on one of the speakers and looking hands with the obvious desire to dance, is Rafael Matallana singing “Alejandrina” in a medley of our music.

This time is my right hand that guides and invites lost in the middle of the tumult, she deserves and as I open the way for the two, I feel his fingertips caress my fingers.

We’re there, turn around and extend my left arm looking his right hand to start our long-awaited dance, but she still holds my hand and before going to dance get our hands before releasing, rub our hips.

The rest was a silent message exchange, what little we could tell, had no importance, were only pretexts for rosar our cheeks, our fingers were incurred apprentices acupressure; she delivered to me, at every turn, his torso bobbing with glee, I could feel your nipples in my chest as my belly pushing against it, the hand with which she had to hold my shoulder and down my arm with his elbow I invited me to take out my hand to your waist.

I immediately understood his message and when my hand went to her hip, she moved as does a salmon leaping upstream, my body was the river which struck first with her breasts and then her belly, that fever was turning us in a cheeky and came up to stroke his cheek to turn.

I was stupefied and worried at the same time, but there were so many people squeezed and the melody was so tailored that no one noticed anything and therefore did not want to stop.

No we parted very slightly and only for a moment, this was only to attack again with our bellies or touch his buttocks. The highlight came when one of those turns, lowered his hand that he leaned on my shoulder and briefly caressed my sex in the middle of all that crowd.

It was really astonishing coolness, his eyes did not reflect what she and I were sharing, only it appeared to be another guest who enjoyed more music,

When the song ended, I covered my excitement walking behind her as my excitement was evident, I rushed in addressing the kitchen I sat down and tried something on the cake was an unforgettable&lt party;/p>