Lola and fellow

The company must be getting good profits because, otherwise, we would never have invited . Fellows to Christmas dinner at the central and elegant four-star hotel with the look of expensive The truth, though my salary was minimal and my effort sometimes bordering on slavery, was not bad at all in that ” as ” work, since he had touched me in a department full of great people with whom he had become very good friends in that workroom there were five people, and you can say that my job was. ” boy for everything&quot ;. My absolute ruler, a man in his forties, took me here and there and I was sharing with other colleagues who were another man and two women, of which one was his wife. But that interests me is speak the other woman, the blonde of 38 years called Lola with which ended fucking like never before done in that unforgettable Christmas dinner.

By the time I was 24 years old. I have a normal body, not scrawny and muscular, but shaped by my fondness for running also have short brown hair and a face adorned with a trim beard and glasses that hide a small green eyes. I am a very polite and shy on first impressions, but with a sharp sense of humor, so until it was two months in the company that I began to make jokes and get along with other people. I loved working with Lola, because although the rest of the company had as a border person, was very efficient in his work and I was really quite good and we laughed together. Lola was thin, with strong legs that used to teach when dressing, and small, firm breasts to be marked in the tight shirts he wore. Her skin was soft and white and blond hair as I have already said, I used to drop you straight to the shoulders, rarely saw her with a ponytail. But what I liked about her physical, no doubt, was his eyes, black and deep. When Lola looked at you, you looked really, putting your head in your little eye universe.

I thought that Christmas dinner we would sit all fellows together, and nearly so, because my department, for the love they had me, I was seized of that small group of young people exploited and I sat next to them. At first I was a bit pissed, really, because there was a rather handsome fellow who wanted to fool around tonight, but that’s another story.

And there I was, sitting with people who drove me 10 to 15 years and pasándomelo quite well. Also, my dear Lola, with whom I had many impure thoughts, but never intend to seduce, wearing a tight black dress that left incredible guess each and every one of its maintained and shaped curves. 38 years … what do you know, girl … The dinner was average with beer, appetizers, wine, meat, drink and dessert. At the end of the banquet I apologized without saying where he was going and went to the small terrace of this hotel to smoke a cigar end to seat one binge. As I am fellow, the snuff that I have is rolling so I started the process of making me a cigar and finish just before turning appeared Lola my back and greeted me:

– Hey, Carlos – said

. – Hello – I said

. – I did not know you smoked. Escaquearte never saw you at work to do.

– I’m not man need nicotine from time to time, but sometimes, I love to smoke a cigar

. – Can I have one

? – Of course, missing less – said offering package with a corresponding book rolling paper and filters

. – Oh! You’re going to laugh at me, Carlos – she said after looking at the package and then divert those two universes black to my eyes

. – Why

?- I do not know liarme a cigar …

– Go thirty-eight years, Lola …

– I’ve always been a very good girl, Carlos. Even after 30 did not start pervert … Not like now, when you come and perverts selectivity.

– Jajajajajaja – laughed loudly and added. – Well, I have already fumate this busy and I do one at a time

. – Thanks, Charlie – I said taking the cicada and touching my with their fine hands

. He took the cigar, put it to his mouth and he stared at me while I was rolling another. His eyes started to bother me a bit, but in a way that I liked, but to stop that feeling of not knowing what to do I said:

– Than?Why do you look at me

– Can I have a light? – He asked

. – Do you also want to fumártelo lung, Lola? – I joked with a smile on his face

. She replied with a hearty laugh that drew her mouth leaving gum show up. I approached the fire to his lips, illuminating his face in a way that seemed sensual and attractive and then lit my cigarette. Once given the first puff, Lola grabbed my arm and pulled me forward to the edge of the terrace where you could see part of this wonderful city that is Barcelona. It was amazing to see her walking in high heels and that dress was amazing and accompany her on this walk. I entered a huge adolescent urge to grab her ass hard, but obviously, for education and maturity, I refrained.

– Carlos – her leaning over the balcony said. – Tell me something about you, go, the only thing I know is that you are polite, gracious and efficient

. – Well … I do not know, Lola, what do you want me to tell

? – I do not know anything about your personal life. See, for example, do you have a girlfriend

– No.

– Do not!? – Exclaimed surprised

. – Not -volví to answer. – So rare it is

? – Man, Carlos, are a great match

. – Lola, which I blush … – I said as the skin of my face was lit

. – It’s the truth, boy. You are polite, friendly and fun. And you’re pretty good, make no mistake. It is very rare that you’re single.

– Hahaha – I laughed nervous -. Lola thank you very much, but apparently not all think like you. Will you women like bad boys.

– True, but not the evil that attracts us, but mischief, what happens that is so similar that only age can teach differentiate

. – And you know differentiate

? – Of course, Charlie, you look very good … and very naughty, imp – he said smiling at me and giving me a touch on the arm

. At that time I began to question if Lola was flirting with me or perhaps impossible we had something that gave him freedom to praise as he was doing. Obviously, I wanted to get to know what the answer was, so I started attacking also quite innocent questions.

– And why you’re single, Lola? – I asked

. – And how do you know I’m single? – She said

. – Because the company did not stop looking for you girlfriend. You are the single gold.

– Single gold? If I am an edge.

– For me’re sweet

. – Because you’re sweet

. – And you are very good – I snapped almost involuntarily, as reflexively

. – Hears!

– Than?True, Lola, if not … look at you in that dress.

– Ains! Thanks, Charlie – said looking at me again with their two universes. – Go, go back to that now is when the real party begins …

I was the first company dinner where he was and did not know what was coming now … The despipote father … To the rhythm of the music of tacky fashion, I could see the supreme corporate boss with his tie on his head to turns on its own axis while my roommates, completely shirtless, stood not try to start a conga that never came to fruition. Between songs, Lola approached me occasionally and I picked to dance with her. I was already a hundred, her move in that dress I was getting very hot, but the pinnacle was when, while we were dancing, the DJ put a song of bachata and she told me:

– Carlos, come dance this most bonding, boy

. And immediately one of his hands came around my waist and pulled me toward her while the other grabbed my hand and put it on your waist, a few centimeters above the ass. At that time started a fun game to try that with the touch and proximity, she did not realize the tremendous erection that was having, but obviously failed completely and the third time she moved her mouth to my ear told me :

– Carlos, that’s not mobile … right? – She whispered coquettishly.

Those thin red lips so close to my ear, the warmth of his breath on my face, my brain trying to control the hand resting on his waist kept trying to get down to his ass … There could be more.

– I’m starting to suffer, Lola – I said through gritted teeth almost

. – Do you want to end your suffering? – She kept whispering

. – How?- I answered

. – You want to fuck, Charles

? – I’m looking forward, Lola – I said while we were still dancing in the middle of the dance floor

. – Then go to the elevator and wait for me in the door, now I’m …

I pulled away, I looked, smiled and obeyed …

I’m not going to lie, I was excited, nervous, anxious … I still could not believe I was about to fuck with that goddess. Leaning against the wall next to the elevator kept imagine naked, screaming, throwing fours … I wanted to do everything with her, wanted to give everything. In the midst of these reveries, she appeared, smiling and walking slowly toward me. He said nothing, nor I her simply approached, punched the elevator button, turned toward me, reached into her purse and pulled out the keys to a room, 305. Seeing it, we smiled at each other clin and rang the elevator, entered her and made me finger gesture to accompany her. I was his lapdog, I had totally dominated, as was brimming curiosity and sensuality from every pore … In pressed the 3rd floor and the elevator door closed, he lunged at me, pushing me against the wall, kissing me with a totally uncontrolled passion. Her hand surrounded my neck to grab my neck, his mouth toyed with mine, her other hand pinched my ass, and my hands finally grabbed his buttocks firmly on the short black skirt that incredible dress. He rang the plink, he reopened the door, and she slowly away from me, took me by the hand and led me up into the room.

– I hope you’re not expecting anyone tonight, because … – I said flirtatiously, leaving the last word in the air and holding tight to throw me on the bed.

She lay down on my lip and continued with this war that had started in the elevator. He started moving his waist, rubbing her sex with my penis through the thin fabric trouser clamps, checking the hardness of this and my level of excitement.

– I’m dying to see you cock, Charlie – he said as his mouth slowly down my neck, biting and licking.

His fingers began to unbutton his shirt, and was removing each button, a kiss on the body was giving me. They were wet, slow, almost toothless bites kisses. And so it went down and down until, with skill, undid my belt, opened my pants and began to toy with his mouth on the underpants whose seams resisted the tremendous erection hiding. He looked up, searching my eyes, as if asking permission for what it would do, which I granted permission to bite my lip gesture. I pulled his pants, he lowered his pants and left my spare erect penis, pointing toward the ceiling of the room.

– Mamma Mia!- I said, biting her lip – the chick that I’m going to eat today … yum, yum

. And immediately he popped it in his mouth, whole, and checking that fit you. Then he began to move his head up and down as his tongue drawing circles in my cocoon. The straight blond hair fell over his head, preventing you could see the spectacular scene well and tickling their toes thighs. It was amazing how Lola sucked as he pulled his mouth and began to lick the side of the penis while shaking his hand very slowly, as her mouth and sucked down the testicles … But the best came when, tired of having to depart the hair from her face every time I tried a new trick, lifted his head, put his hand inside her skirt and thong for use as a hair scrunchie and secured in a beautiful ponytail pulled. He looked at me mischievously and lips returned to my cock. It was more that I could not, I was going to cum, but did not want to, I still had many things before that first run. Hell, I wanted to shove and fuck her, but in this state it would not last even two seconds, so I grabbed the tail, pulled her hard up, forcing her to stop with the blowjob. I went to have her head against mine, I bit my lip and turned away, leaving her lying on the bed now. I bit my neck and grabbed her breasts, which then gently squeezed my head down and hide it between his legs to meet face to face with her wet sex. I put the tip of my tongue slowly and began to rub it over, very slightly.

– I knew – she said after casting a slight moan

. – Who knew? – I asked myself before returning to another small lengü etazo

. – That you were a naughty …

With that buried my face in her pussy and began to wander among circling my tongue. I began to locate the clitoris through its form moaning and when I found him, I let my dally language, changing the pace, speed, and direction with which sucked. Her pussy juices were soaking my beard, and I loved it.

– Fuck me, Carlos, please metemela

. – No – I answered. . – Not yet

And immediately, while my tongue was playing with her clitoris, I put my finger into her vagina and started doing small circles, covering all their vaginal walls.

– Fuck To Let me run!!! – He shouted like a madwoman, but I ignored him. She wanted him to run, wanted the tuck when I had to start everything from scratch and dust last longer. And he came.

– Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh !!! Carlitos, dammit !!!!

I stuck my head out of that little slice of heaven and I got over it. His face had a smile that reflected satisfaction, but his dark eyes asked for more. So I stepped on his knees between her legs and put him forward to finally my penis in her pussy. I loved his face, his mouth ajar, emitting a muffled cry, his eyes narrowed, writhing in pleasure. And biting my lower lip, crazy for giving another onslaught. And the di. And another.And another, and another. Thus, faster and faster.

– So, sweetheart, well – she told me while my pace would increase. – Fuck my naughty fellow … give me more

. – If I had known you put the face of a bitch when you fuck, you yews have thrown much earlier, Lola … Fuck

. – If you love … eh? I am your whore, sweetheart, give me more.

He lunged hard and when he was about to come, as if reading his mind magically me, I stopped short, me away from her, took off all the dress and put on all fours on the bed.

– Now, Carlos, give me the real bitch as I am

. That beautiful ass, hard and round, opened before me as if it were paradise. I grabbed my cock with her hand and introduced again in her sex to start ramming from behind. My hands rested on the curve of her waist and the sound that our steaks were racing to beat the sound of her screams.

– Gimme, gimme, gimme I … I run again – she told me

. – Me too, Lola – I replied to burst.

– Do not get her out now, please, cum inside, honey

. – Safe

? – Yeah, yeah, gimme, gimme, gimme

. And I came in himself with his cry of orgasm, watering every corner of your vagina with my semen.

– Damn … – she collapsed on the bed face down and over me, even with my penis rubbing his naked ass he said.

– He has not been bad … not

? – I hope the grant will last, Carlos, because I want you fucking follow me, please

. – It will be a pleasure, Lola

. – But do not anyone know … It will be our little secret, okay

? – No problem … That gives me more morbid

. That night did not end there … Since we had the hotel was another bedtime and one lovely to wake up and during the next four months, we made all kinds of nasty and fucked in all kinds of places. It was one of the best adventures, perhaps the best that I’ve had in my life. Thank you, Lola.