Adventure Night
I never thought that eventually I would, but there always comes a day when a value is armed and that day or rather that night was last Friday. I parked the car on a side street a little dark, so I locked and prepared to do what he had often dreamed of doing. I stepped carefully opened the door, because my shoes were very high heels. I checked my pantyhose, I made up my skirt and went out. The night was warm and quiet, at least in that alley, but as he walked down the strip, I felt the buzz of a city awake and active. My heart would race step by step. My fine black sweater left to see my nipples. I could not believe that I was doing, but had no intention of returning. The city lights were visible and nearby rushed over and suddenly I was in the great avenue. At that time close to the one in the morning, cars were passing at low speed and the little traffic that time is those lonely men who want a sexual affair, and that they carefully watching women and men are displayed at the curb offering his body. There, in that group was and wanted to be I wanted to see that he was being looked with lust, hear vulgar comments and suggestions. I set out to be half hour walking carelessly to feel that the sordid world to hear the comments of prostitutes, to feel one of them. I walked about three blocks away and I came back, fumndome my third cigarette. Passing cars, one stop, I said something unintelligible and on. Some came to offer me get on their cars but I managed to say that I was waiting for someone. In addition to price terrified me to my body, I did not ask too much or too little. My body was burning hot, I felt a flush of shame do not know whether or motivated the humid night, but I thought that was it, was wet with excitement and preferred to go home and watch a movie or masturbate. Also, my dad would wake up and wonder what was so late in the street. And walked around the car, when a car stopped next to me. He was a taxi driver, which I told you to speak that did not need their services, which should surprise you because I do not think that prostitutes have car. But he insisted on telling me that he had a good night, and the rest wanted to go with someone as beautiful as me. I said that I was done for the night and hoped that I went to look for. The Lord did not give up, the alcohol had taken it showed on his breath and gave her courage to insist on its proposal. I was walking slowly, walking away without a lot of determination, and listening to her advances. Finally I reached the end of the tour, was in front of my car and Mr kept harassing me. I stopped in front of the car but I dared not open the door, I thought I would and worse, would have to run and escaprmele, but still had little experience driving. So I decided to confront him and leaned on the door of his car. I do not think you have enough to pay me. - How much worth, my love? - How much do you think I'm worth? -A carajita like you is worth the 200 pesos that I offer. Wow! 200 thousand dollars is a fortune, I thought, is what gave me my dad for fun every month and this guy offered me for a while with me. No wonder there are so many prostitutes! concluded, or was it really possible that my conditions were overvalued. -Hey, really I have no time, look for me tomorrow. - No my love, maybe tomorrow I have no money or opportunity. - Do not worry I'll be here, this is my job. - Do not beg or do is I'm too ugly or too old for you? I looked and stared at him for the first time. It was, at first glance, poor, mestizo like most of this country, bespectacled, graying temples, a beer belly, and old or what I thought my 22 years old, is older than my dad. - Not that you are old for me but I have another commitment. - Come, my tiernita, do not be bad, I offer you more if you want. I give you two thousand bolivars and is only a little while, beautiful and maybe not even embark on your boyfriend. As I spoke, I thought quickly, looking to the Lord as he doubted the price, which was about to convince me, what was true in a way, not by the amount of money offered to mentally he had spent on clothes, but the transmitting trust me in conversation, so analyzed the risks of continuing or adventure. I was in an area of prostitutes and transvestites, leaning against the window of a car in pose as a prostitute, looking at an unknown man, unattractive, but I asked a prostitute. I searched my purse for a cigarette, such as saving time and enjoying the moment, do not know, while Mr. took his hand and gently wrapped around my waist in supplication. Around me all was quiet, no one was looking, only heat we had company. Try not to look very fake and nervous - I promise to bring me in an hour? - Of course my love, I promise! While he was allowed his hand up to my small tits. I stopped her with affection, while separated me from the window, and started walking towards the passenger door. When did I started to really take in what he was doing and I was excited, I could not recognize. I walked slowly, exhibiting myself to passing cars, I wanted to feel the stares of passersby or were close, I wanted to witness to my madness. I opened the door and sat down knowing that my skirt and ran boldly exposing my legs and thighs. There was no lockout the door when his sweaty hand stroked my left leg. He looked at me askance, asking for consent and I smiled as he stroked his hand in approval. And it was already inside, was sealed. - What is your name, my love? I thought a bit, I hesitated, but decided to add more risk to this. - Mariangela, and you? -What a lovely name, but do not seem so little angel, Ha, ha, said as she got her hand into my panty. My excitement grew, not by the appeal of the man, who had it, but the strangeness of my behavior. For ease of touch, I rolled to him and stroked his arm touched me. The truth'm Mariangela day, at night I'm just Mari, I told the silly sonreda occurrence. Hey but have not told me your name. Armando Moreno, to your order and stroked me with more decision. I looked up and down. - How many years old you my love? suddenly released -22, I quickly He smiled with satisfaction, as enjoying the prize. 'And you? Repregunt - A little more than you, and after a pause, he said 63, which were only 5 less than my grandfather Erasmus. My head was spinning without clearly understanding the strangeness of what he would do. I walked over to him and began to rub her the pronounced belly. There is growing more animated and his hand and dared to cross my panty. 'My sweetheart, to where you wanna go? I do not know to where you say, and it was true because my experience was limited to three motels visited with my boyfriend. -There is a small hotel near here, not very nice but the truth was not much left after pay you, I hope you do not mind. Do not worry for me is fine. The little hotel "not very nice" was actually an old dilapidated house half that notice was given as a single word entry with an arrow on a wall. The floor was just dirt, there was almost no light, only the moon, which covered what little pain still felt. I got the car very sure of myself. I hugged tightly as we walked into the lobby, where a man with Indian features a TV watching disinterestedly black and white. I lit a cigarette to pass the time that Mr. Armando gave their data and canceling the piece. I looked out, all was quiet, vallenato music was heard in the vicinity and a few laughs. I was startled by the voice of Armando. 'My love, give me your card for the gentleman thinks you're a minor. I gave it with some suspicion, as he felt about me the look of the receptionist. He checked me back the document and said: - Sorry my love but it's the first time I see you here and the lights really minor. I noticed as I watched, especially towards my breasts under my sweater managed to glimpse. I inhaled the cigarette before I went to throw it and where Armando was more than casual, willingly accepting the lurid eyes of both. The clerk handed him the key and set of towels and immediately said we did Armando get the beers were required. We walked along a corridor lined with a central courtyard. The room was number five. In the background you could hear voices talking. Armando opened the door and I had before me a scene I will never forget. A light bulb hanging from a high ceiling and light interrupted the shadows of a fan that turned limp. The bathroom had no door. A table entry matched with a tarnished mirror. The floor was cement. The bed was large and the sheet covering a flowery, clean but yellowed. The set was sordid, as I had imagined, my body bristled up and down. Armando leaned against the door ajar waiting for the beer and the change in your payment. I called softly and walked toward him. Taking out his wallet along the 200 thousand dollars, put them in my hands and said: Mari, I do regret not give you much money, I promise? I kept in my wallet, I looked into his eyes. It was a good man, had a tender look. I took his face in my hands and said: Do not worry my life, I'm going to indulge in all, I promise. I brought and gave him a small kiss on the mouth, smiled approvingly and then paused, his lips opened and accepted my hastily recorriera his tongue across my mouth. His hands began to work up my sweater. -Get naked my love, whispered as he turned off the light Unhook me in his arms and walked to the center of the room, looked to the light which gave a more amazing at all. I felt the air the fan on me, only the light beam entered the hall and lit my body shuddered in advance shivers of pleasure. On the second I tried to analyze what I did but I concluded that it was too late. I was in a hotel with a stranger either, I accepted his money and was willing to satisfy her sexually. I had to assume, from that time was a whore. Whore ... whore ... the word was repeated in my head as I began to undress slowly, enjoying every second.
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